Manar accepts the trophy with a smile. "I am honored, gentle sir." Though I imagine if this is the norm, chivalry is going to get very old very quickly.... "Perhaps we can test our skills some other time. From what I have seen of the world, there are places to compete and there are places to enjoy, and at least at first glance this one appears to be one of the latter." She looks around, noticing the marks in the dirt from the sparring match and all the improbable places feathered with arrows as if for the first time. ".... make that appeared. Though I must admit, they give it an interesting touch."