<strong>Oona</strong><br/><br/>Dagyrn nodded, departing for a moment and leaving the barbarian to her own devices at the entrance to his home. "Here." He said, upon returning with a two glasses filled to the top smelling faintly of alcohol. Not the hard ale type, but wine.<br/><br/>He had apparently set his boots, pouch belt, and large sword aside when he left, coming back in only his tunic and pants.<br/><br/>"The practice arena's in the back yard." He said, leading her through to the other side of the house. He had a fence for privacy at least, and enough space to have a decent brawl in the dirt circle that had been dug into the grass.<br/><br/>"So... how much<em>do</em>you know about the Theocracy?" He asked after downing the remnants of his wine, "I've always wonder what our tribal neighbors think of us..."<br/><br/>"Well." Dagyrn began after he set down his glass on a table, "You know about the rituals, don't you?"