[ she nods thoughtfully, too focused on watching the ground in front of her to properly catch Jone's smile; it's one thing to be caught surprised by a giant, grotesque spider, but falling flat on her face is one thing Margaery's just not sure she could ever recover from. the tail-end of it might be glimpsed though, as she glances up to speak again. ]

That certainly adds another element of motivation. And I'm sure there are a great many stories that end up circulating from these events, since all of Kirkwall must be in attendance? How often do these tourneys get held?