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[center][h3]--A14 - Slaughterhouse No. 4--[/h3][/center]
[color=fd4d58][b]"..."[/b][/color] Frederika would've made some kind of smug grin when the establishment's staff complimented her strength and guts, but then she just [i]had[/i] to sneak in a disparaging remark there, not the first time, nor would be the last, but since the woman was the welcoming sort - unlike [i]that[/i] other ringmaster - the dragonkin decided to just assume that 'kid' here referred to her being younger, instead of a literal one, whatever the truth was, she'd substitute it with her own, for the sake of smooth employment. 

With the demonstration over, it was Almagest's turn to continue the business negotiations, an exchange of service for pay, [color=75fcf7][b]"I see, so you take in people and hone them into fighters,"[/b][/color] The astrologist nodded as he briefly glanced toward the arena, [color=75fcf7][b]"I can see that you're running a quite successful venture here."[/b][/color] Detached from his family's teachings he might be, Almagest was still the son of merchants. [color=75fcf7][b]"Yes, she will work for you as one of your entertainers in exchange for salary, but I'll let her manage the details with you herself."[/b][/color] As he said, he was just here to accompany her.

[color=fd4d58][b]"Yep! What he said~"[/b][/color] The petite horned woman smirked, [color=fd4d58][b]"I even brought my own weapons if that means anything, can't say that I'm not prepared for this!"[/b][/color] Rika quipped as she showed off her gauntlets, one of the things she and Almagest bought with their life savings before departing on a one-way-trip for Oratorio, [color=fd4d58][b]"Battle royale? Sounds good, so, how much does it pay?"[/b][/color] 

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