They're merely flies on the wall, these two silent watchers, as the argument in front of them comes to a head-- and, in a sudden burst, one combatant turns back toward the tableau. And notices, his face flushing red with outrage, that his ancestor is holding a Pentaghast sword.

He wrenches it out of the skeleton's hands, waving it furiously at the object of his ire, who escalates in turn, shouting back with their hand ready at the pommel of their own, much sharper sword.

Teren turns to go. Nothing more to see here.