She smiled at him, glad to see that here was a man who didn't get all worked up by getting bested in a spar, especially by a woman. "Thank you, I'll take the compliment." She crossed towards the bench, shifting her claymore in her hands as she turned to watch the man she'd been sparring.
"Denever... I can't say as I've been there. It's in the Bannorn right?" She chuckled. "Often unofficial instruction can be just as good. You seem to have learned a few things, but I'm guessing your instructor didn't fight dirty?"
She leaned down to pick up her rag, her eyes catching on something in the corner of her vision and she stood up straighter. "I didn't notice, but apparently we had an audience," she said, nodding briefly to the young man standing some paces away from them. His face appeared serene, but perhaps interested. He must have been observing their fighting skills.
He was still dressed in robes, like a mage, but they belied the strength in the spread of his shoulders, down corded arms where he grasped a worn and battered sword in his hands. In contrast, his face was perhaps a bit pretty, eyes a brilliant and striking blue but blank of emotion. Shifting her sword to her other hand she waved towards him.