Holding onto the offered stick, Xholkrox 'swished' it as expertly as he could, while his movements were dramatic it was obvious to all that he knew as much about swords as he did about farming.<br/><br/>"A T'Skrang never fails to accept a challenge venerable one, as you yourself known, we are a brave and proud people, we'll known among the lands for a prowess in the art of war as well as the art of love" the young T'Skrang replied to the older, while his face might have been directed at the troubadour his words were intended for al his friend, he intended to say more, expand on his proclamation of his skills but suddenly he was cut off as the length of Ari's 'sword' struck him across the buttocks narrowly missing the base of his tail, if he had now been swaying it about theatrically as he talked then the wood would have certainly stung the flailing appendage.<br/><br/>"OW" he cried in pain "That hurt" looking over at the inn keepers daughter the T'Skrang poked out his long forked tongue, his eyes narrowed playfully "You'll pay for that young miss" he said quietly as he side stepped making room for Garashnas' near constant companion. Looking down at the large boar, he smiled and gently reached out to pat the pig on his stubbled head.<br/><br/>