Teres sat next to Blackmoon on the hay leaning against his side. It felt good to have eaten and rested a short while.
Just as Teres was starting to fall asleep they both heard the familiar echo of the heavy armoured boots coming down the corridor. Teres stood up from where she was sat quickly as the heavy bolts on the door were drawn back.
The man stepped into their room and gave out a loud almost happy sounding greeting "Hello my little warriors, I hope that you are both ready to show me that you are ready to capitalise on our earlier deal?"
As he finished speaking a short stocky bearded man entered the room. He stood still for a moment gazing at Kitiara and Blackmoon. After a short while he quickly hobbled over to them and started walking around them. As he did so the armoured man spoke "This is our local smith for the arena, old Toby. Don't bother trying to introduce yourself though, he had an... shall we say accident when he was younger which caused the removal of his tongue."
"So do either of you have any specifications for weapons or armour?" He pointed to the Griffin and said "You, Blackmoon, I think that we shall have some sharpened blades added to one of your talons, and some armour for your head and shoulders. “We wouldn't want another little accident like before".
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Varais Empire - Batok the arena master - City of Drent))