Matthew bowed and raised his blade, he even walked over to the side of the stand handing it to a young boy in the front row of the match. With that he waved, the crowd standing up. Outside he collected the winnings, a wopping 9000 gold pieces. He grunted, with the weight of the three bags as he struggled to carry them back towards his companions. "I think we struck it rich here, 3000 apiece right?" He chuckled offering each a bag. He was proud and tired. "And after this I'll buy the drinks and you all a room at the tavern as a thank you." He laughed as he pulled off the armor and collected his weapons and tomes.