Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151010231236/@comment-5543592-20151012204537

"Yeah." Scire boasted to Niels, nodding to Hawke as she walked away. "We've got a thing."

Yinqr, the Earl of some unknown land that bordered Niel's own property, stood in the front of the hall. He'd changed into a studded armor and was carrying a massive single-edged battleaxe. The dueling arena- an area of floor that had been cleared out, was surrounded by nobles, some standing, some in chairs, ready to watch the action. A man in grey colored fur robes stood in the center of the arena, and it appeared he would be the proctor of the whole event.

As Hawke approached the arena, someone large stepped in front of her slightly, blocking her path just enough so that her attention was drawn to him.

"Yinqr broke his left hand three weeks ago when tending to one of his mills." Ragnar informed Hawke in low voice, not looking at her, as if to go unnoticed.