" Do your people ever have tournaments like this?”

Shea thought about it. “I don’t think so. They’re mostly focused on training. Once an apprentice passes the last test, they’re assigned to a village or their next posting. It can be years before they circle back to the keep again.” She tilted her head. “Some of the towns have festivals where there are occasional competitions, like who can toss a rock the farthest.”

  Shea had never been very interested in attending those, not understanding the interest in comparing whose throw had the longest reach.

  “There are events like that, but most test a skill. My favorites have always been hand-to-hand combat or tests of horsemanship.”

  Shea would have liked to see him compete in one of those. “And how many of these have you won?”

  He gave her a wicked smile. “Every single one.”

  She lifted an eyebrow. “Every one? Even your first?”

  “I’m a legend. Haven’t you heard?”

  She snorted. “You’re something all right. "

― T.A. White , Mist's Edge (The Broken Lands, #2)