One of the Lennon sisters turned to try and stand, but Ralth was already there, pointing his club at her nose. [b]"As much as I'd love to keep up the good fight, I'd suggest you forfeit now. At least so you and your sister can try to take part in the other tournaments."[/b] Ralth smirked at the sister who simply stared daggers into him, but tossing her club away was her sign of surrender. A horn blew signalling the end of the fight, with Ralth and Taimane as the winners.

Everyone cleared from the area and got healed, at least if they were hurt. Since neither Ralth nor Taimane even got hit, they needed no healing. [b]"Alright! With the Lennon sisters out of the way our last opponents are the Mossfeilds. Overseer of the brawl says that once we're ready, we just got to head over to the brothers and make it clear to them that we're ready to take them on. Same rules as before of course; clubs only and no coup de graces. You want to fight them now, or maybe grab a bite to eat?"[/b] Ralth jerked his head towards various stands and stalls a bit away from the arena. The locals of West Harbor brought their crops and produce to sell, such as corn on a cob, candied apples, alligator tails, and generally anything that could be grilled or fried on a stick. There were also vendors selling various drinks, from the famous Harbor Mead to more mundane cider and juices.