[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230120/c0a0bfdcbc38c7d4ddbb7b17553423bd.png[/img][/center][hr] “[color=92278f]It’s short for Donathon.[/color]” “[color=gray]Then why don’t you go by ‘[i]Don[/i]’?[/color]” “[color=92278f]Yeah it’s foreign, innit? In Valefor it means, uh, ‘[i]Daemon Puncher[/i]’. You know, based on the legend of the Daemon Puncher.[/color]” “[color=gray]You’re from Valefor?[/color]” “[color=92278f]Do I look like I’m from Valefor?[/color]” “[color=gray]You look like a girl.[/color]” “[color=92278f]Sayin’ they don’t have girls in Valefor?[/color]” The knight sighed like he hoped it would be the last time he drew breath, and then scratched ‘[i]Donathon Bigyarn[/i]’ into his ledger. “[color=gray]Go. In.[/color]” he said, tired eyes angry and pointedly staring away from her. “[color=gray]Fuck off.[/color]” “[color=92278f]Yeah.[/color]” Dot waited until the registration desk was behind her to pull back her hood. She’d dirtied her hair enough to push it from gray to near-black, and while she’d worried at first that it being so long might be an issue, the more she looked around, the more noble boys she saw with locks well down their own backs. It baffled her that the knight had almost pegged her for a girl—half these bastards were prettier than she was. The whole city was like that, she’d noticed. Pretty as could be, gleaming with ivory towers and artful bridges as far as the eye could see. Below, the rushing river and distant falls leant a pleasant hum to air, and the weather here was fairer than any she could remember traveling Alexandria. So it was fitting then that on her way to the arena she had crossed through the less aesthetically pleasing portions, and seen a glimpse of the grimy, dilapidated slums propping up that shining façade. A perfect reflection of the noble boys around her; a pretty face and a waterfall of confidence to hide their true natures. A mask of humanity. She hoped she’d get to beat a few cracks into it, before the day was done. As she made her way towards the arena, to join the ranks of other aspirants, her eyes wandered to them. For the moment she was anonymous, and though she didn’t expect that to last past the preliminaries, that was as far as she needed it to go. Had she walked in here waving her summons, and announced herself as the Heir of Light, she wasn’t certain they’d have even let her compete. And if they had, whoever they paired her off with would either have been too afraid to put up a real fight, or worse, they might have thrown some hapless lowborn at her, in the hopes she’d make a show of it for the audience. Well, fuck that. If she was going to subject herself to these people, then she was going to do it on her own terms. They could have Dot Mummer when she was done. For now, they got Donathon Bigyarn, who was [i]not[/i] from Valefor.