Alara tried his best not to look at the man as he scrapped the oil and dirt from the first section of the bath he took what he scraped off and place it in his bucket, wanting to get the off his hands as fast as possible. It didn't take long until the young man walked away and jumped into the waters of the public bath and waded over to a group of other young men and began talk, eyeing alara every minute or two, it made him feel guilty. He sighed as he walked over to the next person and was slapped as he noticed it was a woman, they didn't like when he treated them. His hands clenched but he let it go, he was in enough trouble as it was for forgetting to clean the bath last week, as if it would change the green tint anyway. Alara looked around as at the people, only to look away in disgust, no matter how long he worked there he would never get used to naked men all about. As he began to clean the floors Alara heard the words he never wanted to hear again. It was a small grunt but he knew what it meant. HE took in a large gulp and closed his eyes as he ran into the restroom and grabbed the stick and threw it into the vinegar tub. He wasn't allowed his gloved anymore but he suck them in anyway, he was cleaning peoples waste off a sponge could anyone blame him.
After the day's work at the bath house, he dawned upon his night apparel, and took his arsenal and headed to the arena. As he sat in his side he rolled a dye with animal faces instead of numbers, it landed on a persons face.
"I hope these die are wrong for once:" he said and he looked around
As the gate opened, Alara stepped out into the sand pits ready for his new foe, the crowd was loud and scared him at first but he calmed himself the light took a moment to adapt to and his skin felt beaten down by the dry heat around him, still he raised his shied forward and his club shortly behind it.
After the day's work at the bath house, he dawned upon his night apparel, and took his arsenal and headed to the arena. As he sat in his side he rolled a dye with animal faces instead of numbers, it landed on a persons face.
"I hope these die are wrong for once:" he said and he looked around
As the gate opened, Alara stepped out into the sand pits ready for his new foe, the crowd was loud and scared him at first but he calmed himself the light took a moment to adapt to and his skin felt beaten down by the dry heat around him, still he raised his shied forward and his club shortly behind it.