Lookin' for a fight.

[Chicory Rue]

*A large, completely unremarkable female badger with roughly the size and girth of an oak tree lumbers up, leaning on a hefty walking stick. She stretches and yawns hugely, looking all about her.*

Aye, that'd be me, Chicory Rue...Rue to you. Anyhow, anybeast fancy a little sparrin'? I haven't had a good bout in seasons...c'mon...ye know ye want to...

[Moonbakk]

I'll spar I'm new to the horde but not to weapons and fighting.

[Chicory Rue]

*Rue nods at Moonbakk.* So be it, then. We shall spar. Now then, speak, what manner o' beast are ye? And what weapon will ye be usin'?