Yasil watched quietly for the most part. The Tachikawan man fought with a skill she might have felt pride in had she any true love for her land, but he seemed to have a tick. On the outside he looked as fresh and kept as before the fight had even started, which was strange to say the least. Still, she shelved the thought as the next challenger approached. 

She'd be lying if she didn't find the presence of another woman comforting. The men here, they were brutes for the most part. Brutes under contract and oath, but there was plenty of ale here, and honor didn't mix well with alcohol. 

Still, the woman had a mouth on her. Bravado, cockiness perhaps? Yasil could respect respecting oneself, but if this lady planned to go up against a troll then she'd have no use for words. Part of her wanted to bark up and take the challenge for herself, but no, she had another plan, something sneakier. There was more than just this phase of the test, and whatever it was that awaited them in the forest next, she was keeping it well in mind. So, she stood back, waiting. She'd raise her hand after the troll-challenger was either victorious, dead, or worse, humiliated.