Joli skirts the edge of the sparring warriors, careful not to appear terribly showy or unfortunately stupid.  She studies trees, picks at the bark with a thumb as if the examination is for significant detail, stretches and limbers up, studies a bird and nods emphatically and she seems to consider them.  She tests her bowstrings, lays out her new gear and checks and re-checks it.  She hopes she need not practice with a sword as a requirement here.  She has only a couple tricks with it, and the other men-- the huking brutes filling the dewy lawn-- look like they'd get a good laugh out of seeing a girl play soldier.