[i]"Apes... there's apes everywhere!"[/i]

Vazheera had to take a deep breath to steady herself as the smells and odors of the lesser races all around her washed over her from every direction!
Her only saving grace was that she was a few heads taller than the undiluted masses around her, standing at a height of 8ft. She wore a black silk cloak and hood, yet if it hadn't been for the fact that she had been standing in the shades at the back of the theater, she would have been a painfully obvious sight!

At that time, the only thing that might be more unbearable than the scents and braying of the audience was the fight that they had come to witness!

"Blood of the gods, it's as if they detest any semblance of finesse or performance!" 

The Dark Elf mentally groaned as her violet eyes watched the fight. The human and Orc were like two half-dead drunkards going at it! Every move and attack they made were painfully slow and obvious to the Dark Elf. To his credit, the human at least attempted a semblance of form, but he did in no way have the skills to pull it off. Vazheera's eyes rolled as she saw no less than five instances where the human could have crippled the overzealous Orc, and two where he could have ended the fight outright if he had simply reacted! Of course, it didn't happen, and in a showdown of mindless brawn, the human met a grizzly; albeit very predictable; fate.

"[i]If only Rina, Mistress of the Soulless Blade, was here... [/i]" Vazheera toyed with the mental idea of one of her old masters entering the arena. It certainly would have made for a very entertaining match, although perhaps not as fair. No, correction; it would have been a slaughter.

"Focus, Vazzi! You are here for a reason!" Vazheera had to mutter to herself to stop her wandering mind, remembering why she had come to this cesspool. 

She was after some mage and his antics! And he had a lot of explaining to do once she found him!

Her eyes scanned the crowd from beneath her hood. Most of the crowd didn't catch her attention. It was the usual rabble of plebians and nobles, guards and vendors. She spotted a few individuals who's dress and manner could suggest they were magic users of some kind, but Vazheera doubted those were her targets.

"Now who's that I wonder?" 

Vazheera's eyes would eventually fall upon a tall, spindly figure snooping around the viewing boxes at the more prestigious end of the stadium. Staring at Moulder, Vazheera felt a familiar tingling in her gut that usually occurred when she had managed to find something. Was this figure Dantel? Or one of his associates? A secret lover?!

It was definitely worth investigating, as a sly smirk appeared on her lips, her expression causing her blood red facial tattoos to twist into a menacing visage!

"Hi! Do you know where I can find the Stellaris Row?" Vazheera became aware of someone tugging at the bottom of her cloak, only glare down at a tiny, female gnome standing before her.

The Gnome; who had originally been cheerful; became noticeably more pale the moment Vazheera's gaze fell on her, her colors rapidly drained of hues as her expression froze in a question as she saw a towering face of malice stare down at her little shape!

"I... uhh... actually, nevermind! I just remembered."

Before Vazheera could even say anything, the Gnome would have instinctively taken a few steps back; turned around with the same rigidity as if she had been some sort of automaton, and walked right off, never sparing or even daring as much as a single glance back.

At the whole abrupt scene, Vazheera would be frowning.

"Wha... ?" Vazheera muttered, before becoming suddenly alarmed and quickly glancing off to the right to see her reflection in some broken panes of glass, suddenly moving a hand across her face as if to make sure her features were still there!

"I still look as beautiful as ever! Bah... typical midgets, they have no respect for others!"