Thorantilth was waiting with a brown-scaled, lightly tattooed Argonian man when Meesei and Sabine arrived. The Treeminder bowed his head slightly to them as they approached, then motioned to his friend. "Good morning, Sabine. This is Nuz-Riska, our healer. He will be observing the fight and making sure no one is seriously hurt as a result of it. There are still a few things to do before we can begin, so I would take a few moments to rest and prepare. I need to go see if the practice weapons are ready, and we are still waiting on your opponent to arrive. Also, if you could allow Riska to examine your potions for a few moments to make sure they violate no rules, that would be appreciated."

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"I am alright, I am just...afraid." Kaleeth answered, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "Maybe we should just go talk to father now. I don't know if the Treeminder would be able to help, or even want to. He is not judgmental, but he would not want me to give up my...responsibilities, and he might think I will. I mean, I already know everything Thorantilth has taught me about the Hist anyway. Surely father will listen to the Hist's will when we remind him of it."