Patricia
"Just what sort of wrestling *Were* You doing then, Rikard? Smashing up a bedroom with some orc woman is not a good look, crocodile." Winrae was of course teasing Rikard, but his words were easily torn apart to allude to more *Intimate* Goings on between he and the orc woman he supposedly beat. Winrae wouldn't put it past him however, that smile could bring in many a lady if he wished to. Looking over to Jeanne, Rikard and her speaking of the tournament only caused the paladin to roll her eyes once more. *Everyone* Knew Winrae was a mighty warrior. She didn't need a tournament to confirm that.

"As I said, trivial." Winrae snorted a bit to the talk of the tournament, but as Jeanne dared to challenge the paladin, Winrae couldn't help but raise an eyebrow her way, her fiery red hair practically lighting ablaze with soft movements as she did so. It was no secret, the paladin's boastful and prideful nature. Winrae *Knew* She was the best, which is why she simple didn't need a tournament to prove it. But Jeanne's words intrigued her quite the bit. Not once had the elven woman beat Winrae. Rikard had come close, but that could be attested to the strength within him, what with being a shapeshifter and all. She wondered if either of them had heard of Winrae practically taking the head off of the prince a few days ago in a sparring match...

Frowning a bit, Winrae glanced over to Jeanne with a playful but serious look. "I tell you what, Jeanne. You beat me in a simple game of dice and I'll enroll in the tournament. Sound fair?"
Eric
*At that moment a well dressed man entered the tavern, followed by an aid who was reading off a whole list of various administrative tasks relating to the tournament. It was clear he was mildly irritated by the aid, and after answering a few questions he put his hand up, asking,* "Henrick, please, let me eat some lunch in peace. I'll attend to that this afternoon, but for now I've been working all day and need a break." 

*The aid gave a slight bow walked out the door. Obviously relived the Duke looked around the crowded tavern. Obviously it was the lunch rush, so there weren't many empty seats. Seeing one near a group of knights bearing the Royal Arms of Alynthi, he walked up and said politely,* "I do hope it's alright if I sit here, everywhere else is occupied. I suppose it's part of the price one pays inviting this many people for a tournament."
Debra
"Honestly? It was real, actual wrestling." *He spread his arms in an open and honest gesture, though the grin never quite left his mischievous face.* "I kid you not. This orc woman actually wanted to wrestle me. And we actually wrestled. There's nothing more than that! She got really mad at me after I won. I could have kept egging her on, but I kind of felt like that would be a waste of my time."

*He leaned back with the side, rubbing his chin with a gauntleted hand.* "You know what your problem is, Winrae? You always think we're trying to show off. I'm not trying to show off here. I'm trying to have some fun. There's a subtle difference, but it's there. How often do you get the chance to really go nuts on other knights? If I started swinging my mace around at commoners, it wouldn't be a real battle. I'd just be killing innocents. Here, I can have a real battle without being a criminal. It's fun!" *He punctuated the statement with another tankard of ale, which he drew close as he listened to the offer between Jeanne and Winrae. His eyes alit with curiosity.*

"You better beat her at that, Jeanne, I want to see Miss High And Mighty in the tournament she keeps calling trivial." *He snickered. At the sight of the duke, he propped himself up and gave a friendly but joking salute.*

"No, I think you got to be at least seven tall and a human to sit at this table. I'm sorry, pal, but you look like you're out of luck." *The statements were obviously in jest, and Rikard pulled out a chair for the man.* "I hope you like... What do you call it all the time, Winrae? Crass humor."
James
*While Rikard explained his enlistment for the tourney, Jeanne nodded her head, silently agreeing with his words. It was rare to be entertained, especially when most fights turned into a life-or-death scenario. Nonetheless, Winrae seemed overconfident in herself, a foolish notion that Jeanne wanted to disprove. Turning her attention away from the conversation, she looked around, thirsting for an ale. Jeanne, however, vaguely overhead the conversation exchanged between the two knights, her head practically whipping back towards Rikard and his involvement with an orc.*

"Huh... Never thought you'd get involved with others." *Jeanne's green eyes flickered from Winrae to Rikard, a faint grin resting on her dry lips. Talk of the tournament was brought up again and her challenge for Winrae drew her curiosity.* "Though, if you're afraid to lose face, I won't blame you." *Jeanne smugly shrugged her shoulders, her armor clinking together. Rikard made his statement about the unwilling knight, one that Jeanne honestly agreed with.* "Need to let loose sometimes. Knock some sense into cocky mercenaries and footsoldiers. Show them what real might and talent looks like." *Alas, it seemed like Winrae wasn't the most convinced.*

*Finally, the woman offered a deal; dice for enrollment.* "And if I lose, I'll do whatever you wish... Though, you better start preparing for that tournament." *Two egotistical knights squared off in a simple game of dice. What could go wrong besides, well, literally everything? As Jeanne caught the image of the barkeep, a sudden newcomer came to take their seat at the table.*

*Attention slinking away from the duke, Jeanne called over the bartender and ordered a tankard of mead. Her eyes turned back to the occupants of her table,* "Have any dice on you, Winrae?"