Like [i]that[/i]? No. The ones that trained Tristan were more about cutting and deflecting and dodging. That kind of brutal, unrelenting endurance? Strength and stance that raw and ruthless?

No. Never like that. 

He does nothing to hide his admiration for it as Robena approaches. 

"I thought of you, during my hunt earlier." He greets her with a raised glass. "That solid knight I saw at the jousts. What we managed to track was a badger, the size of a team of horses - and it could burrow just as fast. I thought... I could kill it, if I could get enough shots into it, but I'd have needed someone like you to stop it getting under me. I don't think anyone else could have held it long enough."

He offers her the other drink. The silver she's won him has more than paid for it.