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Quintain looks like you've slapped him. After a moment of looking wounded, he retreats within himself and looks sullen. Then he mutters, "I'm sure I'll do just fine," before leaving via the archway you entered by, his fist clenched white around his bow.
Sir Escart comments on the situation through your helmet. "I don't think that was quite the way to speak to the boy. Still, this is your quest, not mine. Onward, now."