Isaac frowns. He truly frowns a graceful frown, the patented, inherited Sinclair Family Frown.

"Then what of a meditation contest?" He suggests.

"We both find an isolated area exposed to the elements...and thereupon meditate upon them meaning of our swords! The one whose focus is least disrupted, gains the most transcendental insights, and composes the most eloquent poetry shall be hailed the true master of self-discipline!"