The arena was rather large, there wasn't a roof, the sun was high in the sky - it was noon. The temperature was low enough to keep snow, Melvus knew why. He happened to be standing on one end of said arena, on the other was a... another wizard. Many called him the Beast of Goetia, one of the rival factions in Drisbane.

"Fabricant of Goetia versus Melvus of Aesil!" The announcer had a magically amplified voice so all of the spectators could hear him. The factions were battling over territory in Drisbane. A simple stepping stone to the crown. "Let the battle begin!" 

Without hesitation, the opposition grew and morphed until he was fifteen feet tall. "Ah, frost giant form..." Melvus said under his breath. He had studied his opponent and was sure that his opponent had studied him as well. 

Goetia was known as the most evil faction. The vast majority of their members were, in fact, evil. The Beast of Goetia charged Melvus. [I]Here he comes...[/I] Melvus kept his eyes on Fabricant. 

"Would you look at that!" The announcer was suddenly excited. Melvus soon understood why, his opponent had changed again, at the last second. He now took the form of Frost Drake. He exhaled frost and slashed with his claws. Melvus had been reading recently and had found an interesting spell, it was called Shadow. The caster could no longer be touched or seen, but he couldn't touch anyone else either and could only keep it up for ten seconds, about. 

As Melvus was going to be hit with his opponent's attack, he could no longer be seen. He quickly made his way behind his enemy and around him appeared tens of swords, about forty, they spun and revolved. "It would appear that Melvus has a new spell up his sleeve! How did he do that!?" The announced was caught off guard, the crowd cheered. 

Melvus stepped forward and his swords began slicing the air around him, horizontally. "Fabricant has changed again! Now he is in water form!" The swords sliced through the water that was now the enemy wizard's body and did not damage. Melvus unsummoned the swords, to conserve energy. He unsheathed his own sword. 

He extended his other hand and from it shot an appendage which gave off a warm glow. This was as Fabricant changed back to his original form, he was an elf. A corrupted one, at that. The glowing hand took hold of him at the waist, wrapping its figures around his body. It lifted him and smashed him into the wall. Melvus moved the hand to see his opponent. He wasn't there.

"I didn't want to say anything! But it seems that Fabricant has changed again! No wonder they call him that!" The announcer's voice came and Melvus realized something. He cast Ethereal Wings and took to the air, looking for the other wizard... The wind blew and Melvus woke up.

The sound of music filled the wizard's ears. His head was resting on the wooden table in front of him. "Where..?" He said under his breath. The his nose caught a whiff of alcohol, food, smoke. His plate, empty of food, was still warm in front of him. [I]I mustove been out for a few seconds... That's what you get when you don't sleep... There's Sana, she was the talker in the shop...[/I] 

Melvus got up from the table and made his way to the table near the window. There were three occupants, a rather large man, maybe it was the Hugh fellow she'd spoken of earlier. There was a cloaked man, he looked like the spellcasting type and smelled like a fire, though that could've been the inn. This, there was Sana. "I neglected to introduce myself earlier... My name is Melvus Garth. I'm a wizard by trade." He took a seat at the table intending on discussing the job.