It is relatively easy for one to be a Gentleman in the times of peace. To attend fancy parties and dinners and what not. To pretend you actually care about everything people say; to smile at their forced jokes and God awful family photos. (...) Fair enough, it’s much easier to cope with these things when Chef brings out the salted pork and roasted chicken.
But , when the dreadful war comes, even the Gentleman has to do his part. Granted, looking like this makes it quite easy for me to fool my enemies. Ignore the axe stained with blood and be honest to me would you assume that I am actually a lumbering and bloodthirsty beast? Of course you wouldn’t. Nobody would. But the next thing you know, my axe splits your head in half. Brains and blood everywhere, mind you. Not a good thing for your new suit. Not at all.