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Rania nodded at Holly but another NPC called her over, a scroll draping loosely over his arm. Fathil, Runechanter Trainer hovered over him and the few snatches of conversation the pair could overhear suggested he was annoyed with the scribe work of one of the apprentices. 

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[color=D5F92C]“No, no. No guilds for me! I prefer to be free to wander wherever my axe so takes me.”[/color] Wrinfell declined, a booming laugh echoing around the arena as she slapped them both on the shoulder again. [color=D5F92C] “We’ll meet again, I’m sure. Maybe this time on the same side of the battlefield!”[/color] The Marauder made her way out of the arena, a spring in her step as she made her way to the River Inn, ready to drink herself silly.

[color=FF1700]“Too bad. We could have used you.”[/color] Apollo sighed. [color=FF1700] “Send me a PM when you want another one of these competitions. I’ll have our Guild turn it into a full event.”[/color] He sent her a friend request and waved as he made his way out. The guards started leaving, only a few remaining on duty for the overnight shift. From here, Cecelia could get underneath the stands through a large open door that seemed to lead further into the Arena where a few large empty cages stood and piles of dusty supplies litered the area. Few torches lit the gloomy area and one could barely make out a pitch black doorway in the back of the area.