Ari looked around her, eyes wandering over the battlefield, the carnage of the last few moments, her friends faces...  It brought to mind the stories of old.  Great wars and heroic deeds.  And yet, there was nothing heroic about todays events.  Sure, she was proud that the others somehow thought she'd scored some kind of points, but mostly she was concerned with the aftermath.  Reyas humiliation, the look of concern upon Xhol's face, Gara's anger and Ilene's discomfort.<br/><br/>"And what is it I could learn here, Master Troubadour?  If it had been tales or the playing of the harp or wisdome you'd offered to teach me, I'd have taken you up without thinking.  But it seems to me that the only thing on offer are lessons I have no interest in learning.  To wield a sword?  I am on innkeepers daugter...."  Her voice took on a tint of sadness as she looked beyond him at the inn.  "What use have I to learn to fight?  Nothing happens in Whitewater beyond the occasional drunken brawl."<br/><br/>She shrugged, suddenly feeling like shedding tears of frustration.  They glistened on her lashes, not quite spilling down her cheeks.  "Your lessons would be wasted on me."