[center][h2][color=f26522]Cicero Bladewalker[/color][/h2][/center]

Cicero stared at the letter for a few moments. Then he opened the expensive bottle. After smelling the pleasant aroma, [i]and no foul poison[/i], Cicero took a long swig straight from the bottle. [color=orange]"Ahh..fine drink indeed,"[/color] He muttered to himself. 

What kind of knight would ignore a direct challenge to his honor? Cicero nodded as he made his choice. He would enter the arena tomorrow and face his unknown challenger. He'd battled many a day there and only hoped that it wasn't some lowlife bandit or other riff raff. It was beneath him to do battle with just anyone after all.

Over the next hour he finished his bottle. Then he tipped the bartender and said in farewell, [color=orange]"The bounties can wait friend. I have an appointment in the arena tomorrow."[/color] Afterward, he headed to his steed Merlin and back home.