Seated in the stands alongside many of the other spectators, Rose had been watching the proceedings with interest all day.  Exhibition matches, exhilirating fights where the warriors and wizards involved could battle one another practically to the death without actually having to worry about killing one another, had been going on for the better part of the day.  It was part of the reason why a planar wanderer such as herself had travelled to this particular part of the Great Wheel at this time of the year.  From what she had seen of this plane in the off-season, she wasn't alone, though there was always revelry of some sort going on in this particular realm.<br/><br/>Rose Longstrider.  At the start of her adventuring days, she had gained the nickname 'Tigerchild', and looking at her, it wasn't hard to imagine why.  Her face had a bestial cast to it, her eyes were yellow and her orange hair had streaks of black running through it, stripes that would have been even more noticeably tiger-like if her head weren't covered by a wide-brimmed hat.  She had also picked up 'The Desert Rose' at some point, and from the deep tan of her skin, it was clear that she had to be from one of the desert-covered areas of the world...  However, now she was simply Rose Longstrider.  Just another Walker of the Wheel, she preferred to give the impression that she was just a traveller, trusting to a chain shirt and a glaive for her protection, with simple traveller's clothes to cover herself with.  Boots, a skirt, a sturdy belt, a shirt with a vest, a cloak with an ample hood, a leather collar, and a hat...  Admittedly, the warm color scheme of oranges and browns did stick out a little, but it would take a trained eye (or the appropriate magic) to realize that the majority of the well-worn items she was wearing were magical in nature.<br/><br/>This wasn't really the place to blend in, though.  It was an exhibition, a place to test one's skills, to show off a little, and as such, she chose to make a flashier entrance than the last man whose name was called.  A brief portal opened up before her as she stood up from her seat in the stands, and a similar one opened down on the field.  Stepping through, there was a brief moment of darkness as she aligned herself to a slight shifting in the Plane of Shadows, taking advantage of it for quicker travel, and then, suddenly, she was down on the field, waving to the audience.<br/><br/>It would take her between six and twenty-four seconds to align herself to the Plane of Shadows again and find another shift that she could use to travel through, but she wasn't concerned.  She wasn't likely to need it before then, after all.  Turning towards the particular stand where the blonde woman sat, the traveller briefly removed her hat, bowing low.<br/><br/>"Fair lady,"  She spoke up, making sure that she would be heard.  "Should you choose to allow this humble traveller to wear your scarf into battle, I would be greatly honored.  Of course, if you've some other champion in mind for yourself, I will try not to be too disappointed."<br/><br/>As far as requests go, it was a bit rough around the edges...  But then, looking at her down on the field, Rose herself was a bit rough around the edges, as well.