"Oh. The family business." Luka says in a particularly jaded voice. It was clearly different for Garrot, but Luka can't help but project his own complicated relationship with his father's company on the situation.

His mood lightens as Garrot extols the virtues of the warrior monks he'd studied under.

"The ones who can beat you in a fight." He starts, a slight smile forming on his face. "Are they smaller than you? Or roughly the same size?"

Luka's hoping for the former, as the idea of a little dwarven monk taking him down seemed endlessly amusing in that moment.