“Ange,” she answered, staring at the elf’s hand for a moment before taking it.  It felt surprisingly soft unlike hers which has become slightly weathered after much use, mostly by swinging her signature weapon – a mighty axe that she constantly carries around, in slaying monstrous foes that infest the lands back home.  She does however senses strength in Shala’s hand, strength unlike that hers but strong nonetheless.  The burly amazon mused; this elf might be worth facing after all, if only to see her style of fighting arts.<br/><br/>“And yes, I’m here to participate in the Games as well, after having heard much about it, ever since arriving here in my father’s land.”  The other reason, though secondary, Ange came to these civilized lands was to search for her father who left her mother before she was born.  She would like to meet him, see the man that her mother talked highly of.  But the chances of finding him though are very slim at best, and as mentioned he is not main reason why the amazon was here right now.<br/><br/>“Perhaps you’ve heard or met my father?  He goes by the name of, Agnar the Daring.”<br/>