It was easy to note the strangers ease with being mocked. A simple trait she admired and generally helped her feel at ease when amid mostly soldiers, warriors, and bards. A good-natured ribbing, in general,  always made her feel at home. Self deprecating humor , she knew, was effective armor.  And enjoyed the company of those who treated it as well as any bit of fur or chain. Without it's insulation, she would have no doubt  succumbed to worst life had to offer or worse, rose without a a hint of being humble. It was a trait she required it in her men...And was delighted to see the outsider smile at his own foolishness.<br/><br/>Of course that's not all that delighted her.  The man had...That look. A toothy leer that went on a microsecond too long, a posture that bent just -so- to accommodate for a growing ...interest. She couldn't help but take delight in it, and at the same time, feel a wince of pity. She too had known the painful sting of wanting something on display with quiet desperation. Yet she had the good fortune of stealth in her desire.  But then again, maybe.. Maybe he wasn't desperate. Not yet at least. He would be. Of that she had no doubt. Especially If she had anything to say about it.<br/><br/><br/>Her men took to their drinks, obtaining refills, nudging one another towards the stranger, with some nodding in approval of how the man held himself.  When mention of sport was made Solvieg could almost hear their grins spread wide. She'd never in all of her years understand the draw of a 'friendly' competition, as they generally ended with hurt feelings and pouting akin to a child.  BUT, really..how could she say no to this one? He was well fit as she'd ever seen, and seemingly quite bold, while far from pompous.  He had garnered her attention, if not favor, with his actions.<br/><br/>There ...may have been other things as well. BUT .<br/>She finished her drink, and let the horn go slack on its strap, dangling from her hip. She clapped her hands together , and grinned,<b>"Well then, it is -indeed- my lucky day that you are to accept my man's apology. " </b>she cast Gun'vir a wink and shrugged,<b> "Or maybe it's his.The night is young." </b>A few chortles from the men always did well to keep her bold and brassy.  It was easy to be bold when you had muscle at your side.<b>"But , to your suggestion of sport ,I graciously accept. As ,I do believe some of the boys can still see a few measures  in front of their noses. So let us see what fools we can all make of ourselves?" </b><br/><br/>Sport always was met with a roar of amusement and delight in her acceptance. She didn't keep a tight leash on her men, but seeing as they were something between a very small army, and mercenaries, they were 'working'.   While she'd never dictate what her men did on their own time, it was Akr's strong suggestion that she reign them all in when at her back. The suggestion had been a good one, and she still owed her dearest friend a few favors for it.<br/><br/><b>"So Come Fawn, show us to your challenge and lets make it interesting..."</b>She pulled her gloves on as she readied herself to move and her men clamored down from their 'thrones' on the casks. She slowed as she strolled to the stranger , eyeing him up and down in appraisal<b>"Dare I ask if you're the sort of man bold enough to make a wager?" </b>The words rolled off her tongue as she stared at him with a set grin,<b>"That is, of course, if you have something worth offering."</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>