"I wondered who wouldn't know better, turns out it's the beloved Captain Tina...my lady."
Cancelling the deadly fireball in his hand, the fat middle-aged man garbed in brocade, casually and unreservedly examined Tina's curvy body from top to bottom.
Then, he sneered disdainfully, "Yes, I am a grain collection officer under a Marquis, but you're nothing more than a watchdog he keeps. If it wasn't for the Marquis's charity, I suspect your so-called knights would have disbanded long ago."
"A needy watchdog poking its nose into others' affairs, we truly live in surprising times."
So saying, the portly middle-aged man known as Lord Jim arrogantly stuck out his belly and joined the surrounding soldiers in uproarious laughter.
"Jim, don't you push it too far!"