Roi snags the first win, but it's all down-hill from there

"First question! Before the knights or the inquisitors, another army protected the peace in Merridan and fought off invading demons. What was the name of this order?" Postucles began, looking between the two.

"B-Before the inquisition?" Guyld asked, immediately bummed out. The church wasn't exactly keen on teaching history from before their dominance of the landscape of Merridan began.

Roi slapped down her palm with a confident smile. "The Defense Lenders of Danforth, a small band of warriors who were, frankly, poorly suited to the task. Still, I admire their bravery. Without their efforts, our humble town may not have lasted to gain the protection of the Knightly Order, nor that questionably useful barrier of the church that still lets spies in," the knight's apprentice explained at length. No one studied the military strategies or techniques of the lenders these days... there was a reason those guys had been replaced... but they were still part of the basic knowledge every knight received in their studies as an apprentice.

"Splendid! Bravo! I especially liked the part where your answer continued far past just the name, edifying the crowd of parade-goers! Please answer all of my trivia in that manor," the professor applauded, as the crowd grumbled. "Oh, yes, young lady, do the thing."

"Fine! But only because it's the only time this nerdy knight is going to win!" Guyld huffed, removing her gold, emerald-encrusted choker and setting it onto the table. Many a peasant felt their fingers getting sticky at the sight of that valuable trinket.

Roi liked her odds. She'd assumed that all of the questions were going to be about the church, but it seemed she'd be blessed with ones suiting a warrior's studies as well. This was quite surprising, given that even the non-factional college tended to have a bit of a church-focused slant to it. Maybe she could rack up a winning streak?

"Yes, young St. Vendigeld, that is correct! Nicholas was the thirty-first prophet visited by Geod's angels! Your knowledge of theological record is superb!"

As if Roi could be lucky for one rotten night! In the span of the next few questions, she'd lost each glove, then her sword-belt, then both boots, then her rough-spun wool socks, then her breastplate, then even her hair-tie. She cursed the Captain for taking her sash earlier... she'd have loved to have that to leverage. Her black-blue hair fell around her face with newly messy bangs as she glared daggers at her opponent.

"Ho ho ho ho ho! You should have known better, Ro-ee Wulder! I am a lady of refinement and upbringing! Your studies cover only the knights and martial arts, whereas mine range history, etiquette, culture, world events, economy, governance, the domestic, the spiritual! You cannot hope to compete!" Guyld IV boasted. "You should surrender now, I'll take those donations for the church, and we shall call it a wrap." This was her best attempt to spare Roi the indignation of having to take off her tunic or pants. That had been her plan all along, although she couldn't say as much, or else lose that element of tension over her opponent.

Roi cursed under her breath, placing both hands upon the table as she thought carefully about what ought to come next.