“Fine.” He accepted her acceptance of the challenge, though admittedly he did not think she would take him up on it. “But there is nothing I care to have of yours when I best you, other than the knowledge of having done so. If you care to name a prize for yourself, though it would be pointless, then do so.” He stood from his seat across from her and the campfire and began undressing. Unencumbered as he usually fought, he felt it fair to her terms to relieve himself of all but his pants. The cold night air whipped at his skin and threatened to sober him, but he ignored it.