Dhayn was late.

He could have gone in easily. With his noble status and his ability to just wander into nearly anywhere without being fully noticed, Dhayn was sure he could have easily been one of the first ones in... if he even arrived on time in the first place. It wasn't his fault that the map he had to Neverwinter was rather... dated. And when he arrived to The Gathering, there had already been a line almost as long as Dhayn had spent time planning his revenge. The young rogue had thought about using his name in order to expedite his admission into the palisade, but his own sense of honor told him to just wait, and to [i]be a better man.[/i]

...

“Good luck.”

Dhayn tugged at the yellow armband curiously. [i][color=firebrick]Of course they would put us in teams,[/color][/i] he thought to himself as he made his way in. While heading inside, he heard some sort of screech. Did somebody die, already? Well, that was fast. Looking up, he noticed that the old man on the stage was speaking to the group. Something about a race... 

[i][color=firebrick]... Wait a minute, is that General Aveo?[/color][/i]

Before Dhayn could completely register what's going on, the walls of the palisade had suddenly torn down, and everyone began to charge forward. Standing safely in the back where he wouldn't get trampled by the crowd, Dhayn had started to think a bit faster. If this were a race against the other teams, that means he would need to find his own team, first! Of course, Dhayn only came to this realization a few seconds after the race started.

[color=firebrick]"Ah, blast, is there anyone around with a yellow armband?!"[/color] Dhayn exclaimed as he began to run, looking around at other people's arms. Remembering that Aveo mentioned something about killing any others, Dhayn had drawn one of his daggers immediately, keeping it in his hand, but hidden, in case someone had attacked him first. Right now, he was less worried about taking out his opponents and more concerned with finding his team. And he is already at a disadvantage from the start, with being too behind in the race to properly prepare an attack.

[color=firebrick]"So much for being a better man..."[/color]

>DEX Check: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11393]9[/url]