[h1][b][i][center][color=goldenrod]Nora[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]

The gladiator games that Kheris had thrown in his own honor were a proper spectacle, greater than any Nora had encountered in her life of travel, trade, and occasional piracy. Most interesting and alarming to her were the number of Evokers that the so-called god were willing to throw into the ring, sentencing most to a grim demise for the amusement of his people and perhaps himself. It was all very wasteful and clearly a sign of how much wealth the emperor had weaseled away somewhere within the walls of the great city.

Still, Nora could not help but feel a mixture of boredom and distaste, she had never held a great love for sport fighting, be it man or beast fighting to first blood or the death, it was a bloody, pointless pursuit, and she had seen she had seen enough crew mates lose all their gold, possessions, and even pants while gambling. Drinking and finding companions to spend the dark hours were with were far more interesting pursuits in the opinion of the young pirate.

Appearances had to be maintained however and Nora presumed that the noblewoman from the Dynasty of Kheris, that she was not, would at least feign polite interest in the fighting, and so did she. It was a great stroke of luck that the woman had been abroad from her homeland for so long, Nora was not sure how long she could have pretended to be a citizen that had never left the strange nation. Passing herself off as some strange, eccentric, and modestly wealthy vagabond, was however right up her alley.

The gasp of surprise that escaped past her lips as fiery death raced towards Kheris required little acting however, the low laugh that she stifled with a hand, similarly reflected the pirate's true feelings, she hadn't expected anyone to hurl fireballs at Kheris himself, but she couldn't begrudge the unknown Evoker the attempt. Tyrants, in her admittedly limited experience, were best deal with using fire, lots of it.