[center] [color=9966cc] [h2] Valak Solidor [/h2] [/color] [/center]

"Watch where you are goin'" Snarled the big, ruffian-looking man. He rudely shouldered past Valak. [i]Jerk.[/i] He sighed. There happed to be a clock within view, so Valak checked the time. [i]The games are probably over for the day. Guess I'll head over and see if I can talk to one of them about joining. [/i] He navigated through the crowds, making his way to the arena. But when he got close enough to see them, he got nervous. [i]how do I do this?[/i] He wondered [i] It seems rude to just walk up and presumptuously ask to join.[/i] He hovered indecisively. [i]Besides, all the guilds seem strong... If I had to choose, I'd like Phoenix Wing.[/i] He glanced over at the Phoenix wing master. [i] Damn, someone else must have had the same idea, now what...?[/i] He just stood there uncertain of what to do.

[center] [h2] [color=silver] Ferrin Astra [/color] [/h2] [/center]
[i]Arrogant ass.[/i] Ferrin thought half-heartedly. For some reason that battle brought up some memories he had been trying to avoid thinking of for awhile. He smiled, remembering the solid beatings he had received when he challenged the wrong person. He solemnly pulled out a thick tome with no visible title, and flipped through its still blank pages. [i]Maybe that man could have helped me find out the secret behind this.[/i] At that thought, his anger returned, and he shut the tome with a thud. [i]But I would never tell a man like that. Oh, what time is it?[/i] He put the tome away for now, and headed to find the time. He swiftly located a clock. [i]Seems I missed the last of the games. Oh well, there is always tomorrow.[/i] He headed back into town to finish browsing the shops before he returned to his hotel to get some sleep.