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	Allard stopped in his tracks when he heard Siiga ask if he was from the arena. It was inevitable, he guessed, that at the very least one of the tyro people here may recognize him from his time in the arenas. He couldn't blame her for getting his name wrong, as he was mostly called 'The Behemoth' in the arena. The fact that she had somewhat of an idea towards his name meant that she must have done some snooping on his personal life at one point, whether out of interest over recent events or for bets he wasn't sure. The scar she recognized was one in his side where there were a row of dotted scared flesh from a bite wound he received from when he had to fight a captured dragon in the arena. Everyone thought he was going to be done for, but he was able to hold on to his weapon and behead the dragon, saving his own life.

	He sighed as he turned back around to reply to her. [color=9ACD32]"Adelhard Baldewin is my name, but you can call me 'Allard'. I wish ta put those damned arenas far behind me, an' hopefully this is tha place ta do it."[/color] he said with a wide smile, though his grip subconsciously tightened on the belts he had slung over his shoulder, his mind drifting back to the last time he saw his daughter. [color=9ACD32]"Again, I am sorry ta have interrupted ya. Guess I'll be seein' ya."[/color] His face was a bit more solemn then when he came in though he still tried to keep somewhat of a jolly demeanor to keep her from feeling uncomfortable about her question. Though him leaving so soon after she recognized him may have done that.

	When he found a new and unoccupied room, he set his stuff down and got dressed saved for his boots. Then he leaned the weapons up against the wall next to the bed, their weight, especially his, a fair deterrent from anyone stealing them. Not to mention him being a light sleeper ever since he was in the arenas. He laid down on his back in the bed, not bothering to get under the covers, and rested his head in his hands, elbows up and one knee propped up. He started to think about where he would go from here. He knew his targets in general, but not who led them. though he was sure if at some point he could cause enough of a rukus that it would be easy to figure out. but it seemed that for now he needed do the bidding of this alliance first, and maybe then he could air his grievances to King Vrondi. As his mind wandered, it wasn't long before he found himself starting to fall asleep. He had to admit, this was much more comfortable a bed than he had ever slept on in his life, even if it was too small with his outstretched leg hanging off from the knee down.