Tehr accepted the shawl with a nod of his head and a word of thanks.  He sat where he had been indicated and smiled to see that the battle was just beginning.  Settling the shawl over his lap he sighed as he unlaced his breeches, freeing his turgid shaft.  The shawl tented upwards but he did his best to ignore it after that.  Of course, he couldn't help but be aware of the beautiful and horny women he was surrounded by.  Thankfully the battle took his mind off it immediately.  Tehr quirked one eyebrow up at the palm strike that seemed so powerful.  He'd heard of monks who practiced unarmed combat.  They grew so powerful and so skilled that their blows were said to be almost magical in nature.  He knew enough about arcane magic to say that she certainly hadn't cast a spell, but the force of that blow was more than just a normal person's strike.  It was, in a word, impressive.<br/><br/>Due in part to the spell that was affecting him, Tehr found himself lusting after the green skinned amazon.  He hoped he'd have a chance to launder the shawl before returning it, because he knew that it was being dampened by his precum as it covered his stiffness.  Even the sight of the exposed breast on the green skinned woman couldn't arouse him further.  But then the fight was over a moment later.  Tehr was surprised at how quickly the fight had been won.  But as the rest of the crowd stood to applaud, Tehr did as well.  Or at least he started too, then quickly sat back down as the shawl began to slide off his lap.  He quickly regained his seating and recovered his stiff manhood as he applauded the victor.<br/><br/>"Well,"  Tehr said, "That seemed even more one sided than my own match."  Tehr hadn't had a single blow land against him, yet, the fight he'd just watched seemed completely one sided, despite the fact that the woman's armor had burned off.  "It seems that I picked an excellent time to visit, for I haven't had entertainment like this in a long time."  He referred to his own match as well, but one part of his primal power laden mind was also thinking of the rousing sex he had with two of the Ravos daughters, and the look of lust in Applemane's eyes.  "Keep this up and you risk making me want to vacation here more often."<br/><br/>He smiled, speaking to the family as a whole, not to any one person in particular.  But then he turned to look at Lady d'Ravos and asked, "Will I get a chance to meet Duke Caelor and Kayna later?  I'm always eager to extend my hand of friendship to my neighbors, and I don't know if you know it or not, but Wynt Manor is actually about halfway between Wales and Londinium.  While I've never met Duke Caelor, my house has a very strong relationship with a half elven family.  I must also confess curiosity to the nature of the woman Kayna, that strike she gave was impressive!"