Pippa knows what she's good for, and while she can throw a decent punch and can hold her own in a street fight if she's got to, she knows a lost cause when she sees one. That free sword will never be hers--at least, not unless Fíadh decides to take pity on her and grant her one out of the goodness of her heart.

But in the meantime, Pippa has plenty of interest in watching some of these abrasive newcomers get knocked down a peg or two. That's what she's doing at the moment: hanging out near the smithy with her hands stuffed into her pockets, watching with rapt interest while Fíadh introduces her latest challenger to her fists.