Tehr sent a servant to fetch his quarterstaff when he heard that physical attacks would be allowed, and confessed to Tielwater, "I must admit, my knowledge of the arcane is not geared towards the physical combat, so I'll be happy to bring my meager skills with a staff into play."  He was also glad that the servant could fetch it, as he knew with the lace around his semi turgid cock and his tight trousers, it wouldn't take much for him to become fully excited.<br/><br/>The arena was less than optimal.  He'd been hoping more for a garden with everyone close by so that he might dazzle the crowd and use a bit of showmanship.  The inclusion of the 10 foot buffer zone also meant that he could get a little bit of the arena and a good chunk of the stands with his zone of focused primal, or most of the arena and none of the crowd.  He'd really been hoping for both, to show off his magic, but also to gain an advantage in the duel.  Well, no matter, he'd adjust.<br/><br/>He thanked the servant for his staff then strode into the arena, somewhat awed by the size of it.  He was thinking it to be a simple duel, but this was obviously a show.  He saw now that his tricks with salt and cinnamon would do nothing and decided to abandon them.  But the question remained if he should lose the duel in order to let house Ravos save face.  That question remained until he saw the fear on Charlotte's face.  Between the unkindness that this halfling had shown him, the crass nature he spoke to Eeva, and the look on Charlotte's face, Tehr knew.  He may not win this match, but he'd certainly not throw it.<br/><br/>He stepped to the center and spoke with Tielwater ir'Ravos for a moment then said the oath.  He didn't look at his opponent, not wishing to give away his plans.  But when the chance was given to address the crowd he knew that he was on.  He stepped back and spoke in a loud clear voice,  "Thank you Lord ir'Ravos both for the chance at this sport, and the hospitality your family has shown me."  Then he'd bow his head towards Lady d'Ravos in the stands, "I would like to say that should this little show be a win or a loss, house Wynt is blessed to be among friends such as those here today.  Thank you all for coming, and please, show the same respect for my opponent as you would me."  he paused and grinned, turning slowly to smile at the crowd, "For we shall try to entertain you all the best we may."<br/><br/>Then he would slowly move to his starting circle.  He would take a moment to adjust his semi turgid cock, shifting it in one pant leg, well aware that the action would draw the eye of observers towards it.  Then he'd take a ready stance and grip his quarterstaff tightly.<br/><br/>"First move,"  Tehr muttered to himself quietly, "Wait for the match to start, then rush the mage and hit him with 'touch of lust'  That will buy me a few moments to cast other spells."  He knew that unless his opponent resisted the mind magic, he'd be overwhelmed with erotic thoughts that would render him stunned for a few rounds.  Time that Tehr could use to set the battlefield to his advantage.  Tehr also knew that many mages opened with defensive spells like shield or mage armor, so he wouldn't be expecting a rushing attack that the spell would require.  If Tehr was truly quick, he could even close the gap before the opponent got a spell off.<br/><br/>Tehr smiled and waited for the match to start.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Diplomacy roll to sway the crowd=16<br/>Initiative roll to start combat = 6<br/>Touch attack roll to hit him with the spell =3   (rolled a 1 on the die)<br/><br/></div></div>