Tehvar stared at her, then he gave her a slightly lopsided smirk. "Cook is getting old my dear. He was practically my nanny. I couldn't possibly send him into the ring. He's large and unwieldy: vulnerable to someone swift and nimbler... like yourself. A little food and a little practice, and you would be a perfect fighter. Not to mention the magical power that you probably don't know you have. It's very well hidden. You are quite the diamond in the ruff. Now sit down and have a proper discussion, won't you?"