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The sun bore down on the centre seating platform of the Arena. It was a blistering heat that any non-Redguards struggled with. Searing and never ending, the sands below only absorbing it and creating a ghastly heat from underneath. At least there was a strong awning to hold down a spot of shade. The woman sat beneath it looked as out of place as the warriors that poured in. Her skin was pale as moonlight and her eyes as piercingly blue as the glaciers that surrounded Morthal. Upon her head, cascading curls of silver white hair that fell to her chest and sat in perfect strands. 

Her expression was stoical and as hard-to-read as ever. Only a quirked eyebrow every now and again to indicate her thoughts on the warriors down below. At least there was wine, she thought, as she picked up a goblet and took a long sip. 

The man at her side was a Captain of sorts, his name Ravana, and he was as extravagant as one would have to be to orchestrate such an affair. A Redguard, with violet eyes and long hair in a careful braid. His clothes too, were in shades of plum and lilac with accents of gold. Raelynn Hawkford glanced sidelong at him from her chair as he leaned over the railings, delighting in the madness.

Raelynn simply rolled her eyes, and gazed on unimpressed -- even if the noise of the arena was unbearable, she could hardly cover her ears in the company that she was in. She settled for more wine, gazing appreciatively at the golden bracelets that adorned her wrists, each studded with varying luxurious stones. A small smile danced over her lips. 

She continued her idle observation of the event with the glass in her hand when something caught her eye -- or rather, someone. A man leaving the tunnels who she immediately recognised. Her eyes widened, and her grip on the goblet tightened. Her reaction did not go unnoticed, either.

"Ah, see a fighter you like my lady?" Asked Ravana, turning his gaze to the Breton with a handsome smirk. "I hear that one is a troublemaker," he added, running his thumb over the tips of his fingertips slowly as he drank in the sight of his woman.

"I believe that's true alright," Raelynn uttered softly, her attention taken only by the warrior. She didn't know what happened to the men in the pits who survived, they'd more than likely be placed back in for the next round. Her eyes narrowed as she desperately pondered on how to help the man who had once helped her.

"Darling?" she spoke, looking at Ravana with a warm expression.

He looked back, turning away entirely from the pit, "yes?"

She bit her lip slowly, softly, and glanced down to her lap. "You know, perhaps one of these fighters - whomever wins shouldn't have to fight again. As you know, I've felt very cooped up in our home when you're not around..."

His eyes narrowed too, as if he could see where this was going but he couldn't resist the petite young woman in front of him. He sighed, and placed an elbow on the railing. "Carry on..."

"Maybe one could be employed as a bodyguard of sorts," she remarked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and tilting her head. "We wouldn't have to pay them, they'd still be prisoners of the arena of course but... In the time between events they can assist me with what I need to do..." 

He laughed. He laughed long. "Oh my darling, they're savages... I will not be trusting any of them to be anywhere near you. If you are so in need of a bodyguard, I have my own men who can take care of you. Now, sit back and watch, finish your wine," he added with a note of finality.

She'd have to think of another way. 




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