Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180414093736/@comment-25828117-20180424204502

The Arena was surprisingly quiet when there was no match going on. The sound of people training in the bloodworks rang in the distance but the halls were dead silent.

Alvoran would have no difficulties finding the manager to get his cut. He was sitting in a lodge overlooking the arena, enjoying breakfast.

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"And who might that be, elf?" Graicus asked, more as a way to speed the conversation along than out of genuine curiosity.