Helia watched as Owen took care of his arrangments, her Death Game Victor's stepping back in their place to be ready to lift their lady and her guest and carry them back to the palace.  As she turned back to resume her place the ink work lining her spin came into view. The design was beautiful, intricate knotwork done in black with life like jewels in a variety of color glimmered there.<br/><br/>"I am afraid that the only way they may spar is if you all come back next spring.  Unless your man wishes to apprentice himself to The Raven Gaurd. We hold our Death Games as a yearly outlet to allow aggressions freedom. As well as to honor the memory of those who have shed their mortal flesh for the glory of the empire. Victors may spar with one another or member of said guard<br/>."<br/><br/>Of course, the only other way the two would cross blades is in defense of the royal family or herself. But she felt no need to disclose that.  She shifted a bit, to allow Owen ample space in which to make himself comfortable. She watched Raul board the waiting carriage with his companion, the elderly man smiling wider than she had seen in some time. She chuckled softly to herself, even as her men lifted the litter on to the shoulders. "Ah, it shall do Raul a world of good to spend some time in such company. The poor man would work himself to death if allowed to do so."