[@Spiffy]

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[color=orange][h2][b]The Arena's Holding Area, Alvion[/b][/h2][/color]

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[color=9e0b0f][b]"That's, your choice, friend."[/b][/color]

He grabbed the bag with glee, counting the coins within. 15 gold pieces and 20 silvers, perfect.

[color=ed1c24][b]"Your ....Coach!?"[/b][/color] The man asked looking up, clearly suprised as his gruff voice hopped a pitch higher. At this point, between his visor and the shadows of the hood, it was still hard to see any of his other features. His skin was a pale, sickly colour. Likely not in the best of health, despite his build. [color=ed1c24][b]"Me?"[/b][/color]

[b][color=ed1c24]"Ahahah![/color] [color=9e0b0f]Thou doth jest too much."[/color][/b] He laughed a low chortle. 

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[b][color=9e0b0f]"Oh. You're serious ...!"[/color][/b] He gave it some thought, scratching his chin as he did so then scratching his hair behind his head. This was still profit, right? Right?

[color=9e0b0f][b]"I'm no swordsman, ain't going to lie, can't stand the smell of death, personally."[/b][/color] He mumbled, sniffing then rubbing his nose.  [color=9e0b0f][b]"But tell ya what, if you're not opposed, I can get the lowdown on them you be fighting. The things they wouldn't want you to know. It's gonna cost you, say, like, 30%."[/b][/color] He rubbed his fingers together, glancing at the other rooms and seemingly already coming up with a plan.

The man turned back towards cicero. [b][color=9e0b0f]"Unless it's too ...unhonorable?"[/color][/b] 


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[@Cyrania]

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[color=orange][h2][b]Outside The Arena, Alvion[/b][/h2][/color]

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The elf looked at Gwyneira's spell, she seemed familiar with the proccess. Chanting tone, good. Prana flow, smooth. Still concentrating despite the pain. This was not the first healer she had to interview. [b][color=fff200]"Very good! Very good! You'll do fine in there, dear."[/color][/b]

It looked like she had the weight of the world lifted off her shoulders, she tilted her head up and muttered a prayer to whichever diety had blessed her this day. Clasping her hands for but a brief moment,

[b][color=fff200]"Here we go. Now, go put this brooch on and the guards will let you in when they see it. Your charge is ..."[/color][/b] Handing Gwyneira an intricately folded blue ribbon and pin.

She flipped open a book of records. [color=fff200][b]"...212, 211 ....Olberion the Unbent and Cicero Bladewalker."[/b][/color] She closed the book, opening her hand to get the knife back from Gwyneira. [color=fff200][b]"Just patch them up after their fights, keep them hale and healthy. We don't want any real casualities."[/b][/color] Then she put a finger to her lips. 

[color=fff200][b]"AAAAANYWHO, when the whole thing is over, report back here with all the other healers and we'll give you your pay. It's 5 gold today, lunch and dinner provided. You get to watch the fights your charges are in as well. ...yeep, that's all!"[/b][/color]

[color=fff200][b]"Slots 212 and 211 are on the first floor, immediately to your right when you reach the outer ring."[/b][/color] She gestured the way, not really able to leave her booth to guide the newcomer. [color=fff200][b]"Oh oh oh! And IIIF you meet someone called Hilda, short stocky, red hair, supposed to be wearing a white cloak, ...tell her to get her hind here posthaste. His Highness Therion is expecting her to be by his side at the stands during thee matches!"[/b][/color]