After going with a little bit of excitement and starting to outline plans if there is actually cavalry, Irice will gradually drop out of the conversation as she concentrates on her prayers and from a corner there could be heard distant rumbling as she works her magic, slowly shaping from moisture that's accumulating a piece of armor made completely from ice, though despite it being ice, it has a brownish tinge to it, making it look a bit more like her skin.  She mostly ignores the byplay, and the tail thumping down near her doesn't even phase her as she dons this cool armor, thinking to herself that she wished normal armor was this simple to forge.  When she inspects everything and it appears ready, she'll acknowledge Nilia again, with a polite expression on her face.  Finally she'll speak up, telling the naga, "The same blessing of Torag that would allow me to escape a naga's maw will easily allow me to avoid a hungry centaur's maw."<br/><br/>Once they begin to be escorted out of he waiting room, following the towering human that seems more than a bit simple in mental capacity, she'll step out into the arena, blinking a few times to clear the sunlight from her eyes.  Her own posture and manner speaks of calm, steady and strong as the earth herself as she moves out there.  Unlike most of her group, she doesn't seem to pay any attention to the crowd, nor seems to have any intention on acknowledging them in any sort of way, watching first her allies, who dance and sway and flaunt themselves, then the rather ridiculous competition.  Her eyes immediately light upon the pillar to the left of their entrance, moving her body behind it as she raises the heavy wooden shield up to deflect arrows and thinking that the pillar would grant her some cover against such fire.  Reassured that Nilia seems to be taking this a bit more seriously than the rest, she'll concentrate on the heavy mace in her hand, calling on the powers of the earth itself to transform it, lengthen the shaft, mold the head out into one more fitting for the forge and bashing people until her mace is changed into a warhammer, which she bangs onto her shield.  Finally situated, she gives her first sign of emotion since stopping to pray in the lobby as the four and a half foot oread roars out in challenge, "FOR TORAG!"<br/><br/>(( Likely moving to around G-18 or 17, if appropriate, will roll intimidation.  Also,m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/632021">http://orokos.com/roll/632021</a>mfor initiative ))