Rask listened to the chorus of names that crashed down on him like a wave. The crescendo of voices came together in such a way that Rask almost moved his hands to cover them, though he held back of course. Instead his eyes closed into slits and he scanned the crowd, looking for someone who stood out. Some of the people moved forward to greet him and he took special notice of them. Dogs stood around and yelped, adventurers made themselves known. Pointing at a fairly attractive girl who had introduced herself to him Rask spoke.

"You, Princess Thorne. Into the ring." Rask pointed into the cordoned off area, once again being used for fighting. "And you, ya' little gutter shite. Didn't hear your name. Into the ring a well." Rask had pointed at the wretch that had been looking to pick a fight with the young lady. He was puny looking and clearly liked the sound of money, not entirely sure just how dangerous the real world was. The 'boy' looked a little shocked to have been picked out however he was egged on by his peers and raced into the ring jumping around he stripped off his tunic to reveal a fairly scrawny body. On his waist he had a slightly rusty sword and he looked like he had never used it a day in his life. Leanign forward Rask whispered into Wretha's ear.

"Make it bloody, you show that piece of filth what you can do and I will be impressed. Especially considering your boasts that I could use you despite no ability to fight." Leaning back Rask stood and silenced the room with a single share of his hand. "Silence, watch the fight and let's see if either of these can be a Broken Horn. There was a silence for only the briefest of moments before many of the men began chanting and cheering the usual blood words that they sung when drunk and baying for violence.