The woman nodded her head gently to the list of the fighter's accolades. Military at 14, Brass Hand member, obviously a royal guard. Her eyes followed his movements with the spear closely, bobbing around with an interest that didn't match the tired look she wore. As much as she would have liked to be evaluating the technique of the two on the field, the display was more for buying time to answer the girl's question. "Lexine Tristan," She said shortly. After she had introduced herself, she noticed that another man had joined them on the stands, though she didn't recall the name. He seemed to know the princess, for whatever that was worth, and so she left Gareth and Sophia in peace and went on watching the combat in silence. The spear wielder's style seemed familiar, and watching it was less a curious spectacle and more trying to put together the pieces of what she previously understood about the Lyoki. Her fleeting involvement with other continents had lead to some interesting sights, but single combat was rarely among them.