Emil
*The Orc perched a brow through the Elf's tales in brief, nodding at times with a contemplative gaze leveled at Ehkan.*

*When the Elf apologized, Nargul held up a hand as a dismissive gesture for that - palm out, before waving it away.* "Sometimes the words spill. It is no concern." *He says, before pressing his palms into his knees, standing to his full height, that frayed and battle-worn cloak of his flailing for a moment as a frigid wind caught its end.*

"I said before - I don't seek combat. I seek strength. Body, mind, and soul." *He looks up a moment, watching a cloud begin to obstruct the sun, darkening their clearing with a pallid penumbra.*

"But - a battle can bring understanding - of the foe, of the self." *He says, tapping a pair of fingers to his own temple.* "You might know something I do not. Teach me, before we part ways."

*He says, then putting the offer out plainly as they stand in that clearing - lonely and level snow stretches far to the edge of dark forests, whose secrets were well hidden by the shadows cast by clouds. In a way, it was as if the three of them were on a stage.*
Jessie
*The wolf otherwise sat on his haunches. He turned his head to look between Ehkan and Nargul, remaining in place. An observer, a third - maybe even one to arbitrate the end, if it came to it.*
Emil
"I'd rather know you by how you move. We can tell tales together as we walk from this place to the next town." *He says, implying that he didn't intend for this to be a blood match. Just an opportunity for them to learn.*