<span style="color: teal">Jarvan's eyes glistened as he turned toward the back of the bar, where the arm wrestling was going on. He had never tested his strength against someone before, but had little doubt that he would win if he took part in the contest. Wrestling bears both while hunting and while he was with his gypsy family had made his body toned and hardened, similar in appearance to a blacksmith but more than just his arms. As he had some coin from selling the pelts that day, Jarvan walked up to the man who seemed to be accepting challengers.<br/><br/>"Would you allow me to give this a try? I'll even put up some coin if you wish."<br/><br/>He placed his bow and quiver against the wall beside the table, and then made sure his blade would not be in the way as he sat down across from the man.<br/><br/>"Also, you may call me Jarvan."</span>