Redsand Canyon you enter at your own risk, so don't be surprised

The man had given her escort out of the canyon once before. She knew his sullen disposition already. She'd gathered that he was not quite fond of her... He was there to do a job, he was just hoping agreeing to spar with her would fit into the realm of his job description… Germanicus had asked her to spar with the auxiliary, and the auxiliary were supposed to be training so perhaps they could count this as mutually beneficial. She was hoping to get the spar without having to explain her motive too much. She did not particularly fancy trauma-dumping on another soldier.
 
He barked and she made her way over, a fierce look of determination in her eyes as she took a deep breath to settle her nerves. She got the impression that he was not terribly fond of her. “I need a spar. I would ask someone else, anyone else, but you’re the only one who’s size matches the opponent I had in mind.” She explained, keeping it short and to the point. He was alert and impatient, so she cut straight to the point. There was no need to try and flower in language. She levelled her gaze. She would not grovel for it, and she just had to hope he respected this kind of transaction.