In the umbral bawn, at night, surrounded by torches....

*Miguel sits on his rump and spits out a gob of blood. He may giggle.*

*Heaves a sigh and he stands, hands pressed against his side, leaking crimson*

Well fought.  *he drops his hand to his belt and pulls out this item, a brilliant argent, heavy enough to count as the promised three marks of silver.*

The proud skald took a step back and howled his victory for all to hear dropping his splintered sheild and battered and blunted axe to the ground

"You fought bravely Miguel Casillo Del Monte called Edge of Courtesy, Cliath, Philodox, of the Silver Fangs house Gleaming Eye and the pack known as the Troubleshooters! I am eager to hear the tales you have for myself, shall I get some mead you look like you could use a drink"

The weary get had not had a fight like that in some time rubs a quickly healing cut

"I think I need a glass myself"

"Ah thank you friend I had almost forgotten about that"

"Jesus Fuck!" Exclaims Artie as Miguel spits his blood. She scampers over to his side and checks that the wound is closing. Once satisfied, a brilliant smile breaks over her face.

"Crazy fries, my man. Crazy fries."

*Shakes head.*
Thank you, Erikson, but I don't drink. *looks at Artemis while continuing to speak to the Get* I have vowed to not drink spirits till a certain deed is done.
Some water, perhaps? As for the torc, my smith made it from an old design she saw. I thought you would fancy it.

*He shifts to glabro as he is examined by the Fury, his wound indeed starting to close.*
Crazy fries indeed. I believe you Americans say, 'Yolo.'?

"I can Respect that my friend and your Smith is indeed skilled"

Goes off to get some water, mead, and returns with that plus a large plate of meat and a large chunk of bread

"Please help yourself"

*A wicked look in his eyes* I will if you promise me a rematch in 3 moons time.

"Haha! Any time my friend"

I may change tweak the rules a bit, change the terms some... just to keep it spicy. *Miguel's wound finishes closing and he shift s back down to homid. He picks a choice bit of meat and chews thoughtfully while he picks up the detritus*

"Of course, there are many challenges each teaching a different lesson"

*Takes a long drink of mead

Oh my, yes. Yes, they do.

I will research some ideas i have.... well, you'll see.

*eats a few bits more and cleans the space used meticulously, rerolling the bolt of cloth after unstaking it and filling in the divots. He uses the cloth to brush out the marks made around the edge and puts out the torches save one. Unrolling the cloth again, he places the weapons and shield on it and improvises a sack with the heavy fabric.*

I am off. Studying to do, training to be done. *gestures to the last remaining torch* I'll leave you a light if you promise to put it out before you go?

"Of course, rest up and when you are ready come find me I am most eager to hear your tale of my kin"