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Graicus saw Alvoran get paler with each step taken.

Soon they wandered down into the bloodworks where other amateurs had gathered. The smell of sweat, steel and blood filled the humid air, making Graicus feel oddly at home.

They looked... rough around the edges. Not all powerful, but definitely not the merchant-bakery citizen type.

"Alright! You's gonna fight hard and well ifs ya want the prize!" A blademaster yelled from the back.

Graicus' presence was noted though. He looked like he could beat every single one of them. And he probably could but Alfie got glares from several lowlife looking fellers thinking he'd be an easy match.

"You lot at the back! Get your raiment and gets in line!" The blademaster barked at them from the other side of the room.