<strong>Theswyn</strong><br/><hr/>"Damn straight I have." Theswyn gave Bender a light shove as she settled into her seat beside him - or, rather, started to until she realized there was a full-on introduction taking place. "Oh! Another friend of yours? Hi there, Kayla!" Her grin was a bright, glowing thing full of good cheer. And maybe a little alcoholic buzz. Given both Kayla's apparent interest in Sinathel and that of the oncoming strange gentlemen with his greeting of challenge, however, further introductions had to be postponed.<br/><br/>Instead this "Reginald" person received her focus for a time, sizing him up with only a slight damper on the elf's grinning exuberance. "I don't think he's that kind of player, Bent," she replies to his encouragement. "Probably a reason he didn't address the game to me in the first place, right? I don't think he has the right kinds of things in mind! But let's say he did: what sort of wager might he be putting on the challenge, y'think? I mean, you don't go challenging folk just to win or lose for nothing, right? What's the point of that? Or is that a human thing, just winning or losing for its own sake?"<br/><br/>Though ostensibly speaking to Bender, the fighter's words are as much pointed at Reginald himself, given she's facing him with her arms crossed as she speaks, one boot's toe idly scraping along the back of the other's calf.