The man seemed more concerned with her statement on the nature of the continent, indicating his astuteness a guardsman. Still, she was a bit perplexed by his question. Why was Estovet prone to war, and why weren't things 'going well'? "That's just how people are. It's a big continent but there aren't many people content with what they hold on it." She shrugged, unable to clarify further. As he answered her question, she nodded her head along in thought. Neither her answer nor Jezin's proved to be any satisfaction to the woman. Pride seemed a quaint reason to fight to her, but it made sense that the dividing line between a person who proved his skill in tournaments and a person who did not was a desire to prove those skills in the first place. Unable to contain it, she started laughing. What a ridiculous question she'd asked. "Sorry," she said as her spell ended, "It wasn't your answer I'm laughing at. I have no pride to fight for, but I think I'm starting to understand the difference between us now." She paused for the moment, looking back at the stands and pointing her green eyes towards where she had met Sophia and another man. Sure enough, they were still there. That was where her questioning lead next. "What about her? The princess, I mean." The woman's speaking slowed, darkened. She was well aware how her next question could be taken by a member of the royalty's own guard. "If they sent me alone with someone like her overseas, I'd think they were trying to have us both killed. What do you get from serving? Pride again?"