Del
There he goes again with that stupid happy glow. Even when getting punched in the face he knows how to be positive and it killed her mood once more. 

It did a surprise that he didn't take any offense to that. Deep down inside, she was secretly was hoping that it was going to start. Another match between the two of them. "I haven't been in town that long. I am only visiting for a quick moment to grab some materials that we don't have in the north." 

Was this some type of trap? Maybe it wasn't a good idea to touch the stranger that she met in the bar momentarily because whatever he is on seems to be contagious. Here she is now talking about her personal life as if she had nothing to hide. It freaked her out, causing her to tense up just a bit. 

"Armor isn't something I want. If I get sliced with a blade, it shows that my opponent put up a fight during a battle. A battle they could not win. The armor is weak. Shows that you hide behind something that barely protects you." She remarked. Garza spoke what was on her mind. It was the truth even her companion was wearing armor himself.
Teresa
"In the north. Are you from Gantrick?" He asked, utterly confused as to why she was wearing practically nothing while living in a snowbound country with icy peaks everywhere. Wind, snow, and rain were real dangers in such terrain, and the ability to keep oneself warm was of the utmost importance. Frostbite was especially bad when you couldn't get the warmth you needed, and from the look of her clothing, he was surprised she hadn't been permanently frozen.

"And anyway, armor is about protecting yourself - it's not very brave of you to get shot up by a dozen archers while you run at them on a battlefield. How brave are they when they poke holes in you while you do nothing? And don't get me started on the advantages of it in close quarters. I have my helmet off right now, but if you'd punched me in the helmet, you'd have broken your hand, no matter how strong you are. No flesh is stronger than steel - and steel doesn't cut through itself, either. No sword cuts through armor. It's one of the basic rules of combat. You have to stick it in the chinks - go through the gaps, tackle someone and get them with a dagger through the helmet slit, or use a warhammer or mace."

He paused for a moment, downed some ale. "And believe me, having armor is something you want. Stab me in the back? No. Doesn't work. Bury an axe in my chest? No. Slips right off, though it might dent the steel. But your chest I could bury an axe, a spear, an arrow... Your midriff is exposed, and while it's a very pretty midriff, it's vulnerable to all kinds of cuts. People cut you in a serious fight and you can't cut them back? You die. Simple as that."
Asa
"I'm from the north. That's all I will say. I told you earlier that if you keep asking questions. Your going to have to pay." She grumbled. Ghorza exposed where she lived. It wasn't that hard to figure out by the amazonian woman wasn't going to agree or deny to that fact.

Ghorza had ways to keep warm during the the cold. She had ways to blend in to make sure she doesn't freeze during the harsh weather they have in the north such as collecting fur from the animals that she hunts when heading back to her home to create a simple coat that will keep her warm. Ghorza didn't need to hear from an outsider on how to survive a place that she live her entire life. However, she didn't dare to interrupt the man's rambling about how an armor is the best tool.

He made some valid points in his presentation. He did make armor seem like a valuable thing to have during combat. Then again, she didn't want to be trapped in something that could be so hot during summer days or to cold for the winter. Just thinking about treading in the snow even more than what she had to do made her brain hurt. Extra luggage on her body was a no go for her. After all that she still wasn't going to do that but an upgrade never hurt anybody.

 The bartender finally came back to give her a pitcher of her own. Her hand wrapped around the handle, placing the edge of the cup to the bottom of her lip. The smell of beer. It most definitely was not her favorite smell but it was one she does enjoy. The orc took a chug of brew.The common burning sensation filled the back of her throat. 

'Finally, a nice cup of pint that I can enjoy.' She thought to herself before she took another before she placed it down.

"You talk to much and ask to much. If you have a problem with what I wear here," She gestured her stomach area "Then you should go by something to cover it up since you have all that new money." Ghorza crossed her arms over her chest.
Romeo
"Suit yourself, Miss Ghorza. I think I've paid for one question already. I don't intend to have any more payment of that kind going around, unless you're in the mood for some roughness." *He raised his tankard to hers, clinking it against the woman's before he downed the ale and refilled it from the pitcher. His jaws seemed to reach quite wide, his belly always empty, like a vacuum.*

*She was an odd one. Wore nothing in the snow, wore nothing in the rain, wore nothing in the sun. But then again, there was not much he minded about that. Every good view was appreciated, and if Ghorza wanted to provide another, well, that was fine by him. He liked to enjoy life, and if this was another way of doing so, then he had no problems with it. He leaned back on his stool, relaxing onto the bar surface as he faced her and watched the alcohol go down. She definitely was a tough one, that was for sure. He wondered how much she could really take - he was tough, of course, but so did she seem to be.

Perhaps there was something magical about her resistance to the cold.*

"Oh, please, I would never *Dream* Of covering that up. I'm having far too much fun enjoying the view of it to complain." *He gave her a wink as he dug back into his own ale, raising the tankard to his lips and draining it down his long gullet.*
Asa
The woman sighed in relief, glad that she doesn't have to hear any questions at the moment. It was a mini breather that she wouldn't dare to miss. 

The thought in itched the back of her mind to ask a simple question of her own. A tic for tac if you say so. She turned to face him and rested her forearms against the thigh of her leg. She looked at him admiring his features. She wondered if the knight could snap a log in half without turning it into his reptile form due to his jaw. Is that where most of his strength comes from anyway?

She sat straight back up, finally formed a question of her own. "That last guy who decided to stare to long ended up in an alley Rikard," She grumbled, pressing the wooden cup up to her lips to take another sip before placing it down once more "You know, you really know how to push my buttons. If you don't think it's such a good fit then let's do another challenge."

That most definitely was not a question. More like a command at most. She didn't care though. Getting to know the lad was not on her list to do tonight. It was to get a win. Winning a free drink in her book didn't count. The orc wanted the feel of achievement and victory she so desperately craved tonight. "I challenge you to a brawl with no shapeshifting or that stupid armor of yours." She looked at him with a flare in her eyes and anger behind her words. He didn't even have to try and the woman could just get so angry.
Romeo
"What was he doing in that alley, Ghorza? As far as I can tell, you're asking me to take my clothes off and wrestle." He chuckled to himself as he downed another ale. She must have thought she could have won without the aid of his shifter form, but that in itself was another layer of the hustle. If people thought you were cheating with the aid of your animal form, you were likely to get this kind of request - although the 'no armor' was a bit different than normal.

People, however, worked the same way no matter what they were made of, and Ghorza had no idea of the amount of brawls Rikard had gotten into as a child, or the grappling training given to knights. The best way to take down another man in armor while dueling him was to grapple him to the ground, pin him, and stick a dagger under his chin and through his brain while you could.

"But I have to admit, you're intriguing me. I don't back down from a challenge. But if you're getting me to strip for this one, I need some high stakes. Money just isn't going to do it for me. What do you think we're betting for this one, hmm?" He asked, grinning as he stood and began to remove bits of his armor, starting with his gauntlets, which he handed to the bartender.
Asa
"He said something he shouldn't have said so I let him sleep." She shrugged not really putting any thought into it.She wanted it to be a fair fight with Rikard. It wasn't really fair since the man could be stepping out of his comfort zone but still. She wanted to full effect without any holdbacks and if that metal is as strong as he said during his speech, then she wasn't in the mood to take a hit from it. 

She pondered in her thoughts about what she could bet on. She had nothing to offer since he didn't want any weapons or money. She scrunched her brow trying to come up with an award for the winner. Then it hit her. It wasn't anything too fancy but if the two ever stumble across the same path ever again it could come in handy. 

"A Favor. A favor from an orc could be valuable just like a favor from a knight." Oh, what would it be like to have a favor from a knight? She could just simply call in that favor and have him knock the lights out of the civilian or better yet, she can just hit him with the favor that he would owe her. 

"What do you say, unless you have a better idea to bargain for." She pulled her hand out in front of her hoping once more that he would agree to the idea.
Romeo
"Sure, you'll owe me one after this." *He replied lightheartedly, giving her hand a firm shake as he passed the breastplate over the bar to the bartender. There was quite a lot of clothing involved in putting on armor - and he needed to remove the leather undergarments before he would be left in his simpler tunic - or better yet, go bare-chested to match the woman in front of him.

He stripped off his knee plates, greaves, sabatons... All were handed over the bar to the bartender. He was left in a simple yellow and black tunic with the symbol of a black stag on a yellow background - the royal coat of arms of Alynthi. He reached to his sides, grasped the edged of the tunic, and pulled it over his head to reveal an extremely well-built chest, rippling muscles, and a patch of scales running from one shoulder to the other across his sternum.*

"I don't have any better ideas, so where did you want to do this, Ghorza? Right here in the bar is a bit too much - we're going to break tables, and I don't want the bartender to pay for our little scrap. So how about we take this outside or upstairs? There are a few rooms where we can push the bed out and have ourselves a nice convenient fighting ring."
Asa
How much armor did he have? Of course, he had a lot but she didn't think it was going to be broken down into so many little parts. Each one was handed to the bartender where they made sure that it was in the same place. She was curious how easy would be if someone just took the knight's armor while he was wrestling against her for a favor. She wondered what type of favor he would ask her. Would it be used to have another drink with her or more about her? Both were something she did not want to do again. She didn't want to listen to him once more ramble on about the choices that she has done in her life.

She was caught off guard when she zone back in, seeing him take off his tunic. He didn't have a bad figure. It was clearer now to see his scales better than before. It clearly shows that he had some type of magical ability on him somehow. Garza stared a tad bit longer than what was necessary. It wasn't often that a stranger would take off his entire gear in the middle of the bar. That does happen often since it ***Is*** The bar. 

She stepped down and raised her arms above her head to give her back a nice stretch. "Everyone wrestles in the middle of the bar. There isn't at least one that hasn't been taken right here." She gestured her hand to the tables and guests around her "But if you don't want to break any tables then we could go upstairs. Just don't be weird like you have been all night." She poked the man in the chest, leading the way upstairs.
Romeo
"Well, maybe *Everyone* Wrestles in the middle of the bar, but I've been going to this bar for a few years, and I sure as hell don't want to be thrown out. I could afford to avoid breaking property." 

"As a side note, if you don't see what's funny about challenging me to a wrestling match on the floor, I don't envy your sense of humor." *He tossed a coin to the bartender, and followed Ghorza Hornbelly upstairs. There wasn't much else to say as he hummed along and they made their way to a room.*

*He pushed ahead for a moment to open the door for her and step inside. It was well made but meagerly furnished, and there was indeed enough floor space. For a good wrestle. So Rikard began his exercises - stretched his arms one by one, dropped low into a staggered stance, and rolled his neck around.*

"All right, beautiful, you wanted a challenge? Let's do this."