Thena watched on as the two fights of those who hadn't fought before commenced. First up were two swordfighters, although one seemed to have an advantage in equipment alone as they carried a shield. Still, the other man seemed to be concealing a few trick from the way he carried himself. Confidence was a big thing with that guy. What was his name again?  Reynald? Didn't matter. The fight was incredibly dull and tedious, it seemed to look more like they were trying to wear each other out then they were trying to draw blood. The battle picked up pace when steel encountered flesh, that of the kid's no less. Didn't seem to stop him though, with them pulling out all the stops before managing to floor the opponent. 'Reynald' gave mercy to the woman, who ran away in fear.

Next up was a kid and a giant. "Oh dear sweet mercy..." That kid was going to die. No way in hell are they going to be able to go up against that. Rekugin was it? The 'Archer and swordsman'? "Well... Rest in peace, ye confident bugger." As the battle started, Thena's fears first proved to be true. A good preemptive intimidation technique from the brute, the kid taking the bait. Though they manaaged to get a shot off, the man they were facing shrugged it off like a mosquito bite. The longer the fight went on though, the more Impressed Thena got with this "Rekugin". They had a  few basic tricks and were more nimble than the rest, although got strikken down hard in the end. "Kid's done for." The she-elf stood and stratched, holding out a hand in front of her to yawn into. She wasn't looking forward to working with a cokcy schmuck like that guy, but it couldn't be helped. She turned her attention back to the arena where... Rekugin walked out of. Limping was more accurate, actually. "Well, color me surprised kid..."

Rask wanted them to sit down again immediately, which kinda pissed off Thena. She [i]just[/i] stood up. Slumping back into her seat she listened on to what the man had to say. It seemed to be about what the flyer had advertised, the adventure. Setting out to find a cursed treasure or something, apparently. The elf couldn't tell, she hadn't heard the stories. A cut of fifteen for everyone, twenty-five for Rask. Fair enough, considering they were a 6-man band now with him as their leader. Everyone would be getting their own steed, which is useful. Thena knew how to ride a horse, with all the travel she's done she needed to anyway... Then he wanted them to.... Sign? Odd. Thena didn't know what signing is, but probably it involved writing something on that scrap. She figured putting down her name was enough, and so she did. After walking up to Rask that is.

Speaking of him, Thena was about to head further back into the building when the disgraced noble called for her and Wretha to stay behind. The elf couldn't help but snicker at the thought, it's pretty ironic considering the glances they've exchanged over the course of this trial. This is one thing she didn't have an objection to, on sheer humor factor alone. While those thoughts were occupying the woman, a small purse of sorts was flying straight at her. She reflexively caught it with her right hand, weighing it to confirm that it is indeed what she thought it was: Money. And Rask backed that up, saying that they were their ration money.

Thena waited for the others to leave and took a spot on the wall, arms folded behind her back with a smirk. "So, wha's the deal with you callin' me and posh over there to stay?"