Janica saw how the cold of the night was getting to him, and so she spontaneously reached out her arms between the bars of the cage, starting to rub her hands up and down his upper arms to get at least a bit of warmth into him before she continued her questioning.<br/><br/>“So everyone can make that challenge? Even I could, theoretically? And if” her tone and the accompanying smile gave the clear impression that this was only hypothetically “if I actually manage to defeat him, then I – a female warm blood – will be the new war chief?” She gave a grin, as if amused by the thought.<br/><br/>“But satiate my curiosity a bit more, what exactly would this challenge be about? Unarmed or with weapons? Fight to the death, or is it sufficient if one of the combatants surrenders?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>