[center][color=teal][h2]Gwyneira Elfreda[/h2][/color][/center]

Pinning the ribbon on, Gwyn recited her assignment number.  [color=teal]"Slots 212 and 211, got it.  I'll also be sure to relate that info to Hilda if I see her."[/color]  And with that she stepped towards the gate, showed the ribbon to the guards, then passed through to the outer ring.  The job seemed easy enough for five gold and free food.  With the free tournament viewing, the situation might be seen as a party.  She would stay professional, however, and take the opportunity to see experts in action and see what she could bring to her own fighting style.  She might need that observation soon, given some of the looks she's been receiving. She was at least careful not to bump into anybody as she turned right at the outer ring.  No need to thoughtlessly get her purse stolen.  She looked for the numerical indicators.

[color=teal]"Slots 212 and 211, there they are."[/color]  With that, she entered the closest cubicle and immediately saw two men.  One was a dark hooded figure, a bit sickly looking for a human and the other was tall with black armor and a gash in his head.  Well, the gash was the more immediate priority. Then she could see about the other's sickliness.

[color=teal]"Olberion the Unbent and Cicero Bladewalker?"[/color]  She called.  It was as good a guess as any who the two were even if they probably weren't supposed to get to know each other before battle.  Most probably, one was an assigned patient while the other was a guest.  Or they're both where they're not suppose to be and she's about to have a fight on her hands.  [color=teal]"I'm Gwyneria Elfreda.  I've been assigned as your healer for today."[/color]  So saying, she started healing the armored one's gash.