The ring of fire giants look about ready to charge, and rip him limb from limb, but the officiator of the duel steps in and calms them down. "He won the match, fair and square. Anyone else want to fight, challenge him to a duel. Otherwise, stand down." There's some grumbling, for a few minutes, before a feminine voice calls out, "I'd like to see what he's capable of..."<br/><br/>The crowd parts, to let through a marilith, her weapons sheathed, at the moment, eying him hungrily, her top half undressed. "Of course, there are so many ways to fight that don't end in death," she says, sidling closer to Draiss, obviously flirty. "Would you, maybe, like to come back to my tent for a while, mage?" she says, teasingly.