[center][h2][color=f26522]Cicero Bladewalker[/color][/h2][/center]

Cicero listened to the man fully. He was willing to find out the weaknesses of Cicero's opponents, for 30% of the winnings. This kind of stuff happened all the time! Opponents would size each other up constantly, trying to find a weakness to exploit. What would be the harm in having some knowledge beforehand? It was likely they would do the same thing.

Something didn't sit right with Cicero. Maybe it was the scarred, shady figure, or the idea of a backdoor deal. Either way, Cicero didn't want to go forward with it. He was a [i]knight[/i] for all that was good! Certainly he had his moments like anybody else, but he was held to a higher standard. 

[color=orange][center]"I'm sorry. I can't win based on weaknesses gained through underhanded deals. I appreciate all your help either way and I anticipate you making a lot by betting on me."[/center][/color]

With that he turned to see Gwyneria ask for him and one other person. Cicero was familiar with the healers in tournaments. They made the recovery so much easier. A lot less casualties occured because they were on the scene.

[color=orange][center]"I am Cicero Bladewalker."[/center][/color]
Then the healer began to patch up the gash on Cicero and his armor. She was good at what she did, taking only a few seconds as the wounds closed. He asked,

[color=orange][center]"I haven't seen you working here before. Are you new to town?"[/center][/color]
His attention was fully on his healer. There was something about her that he found [i]different.[/i] Cicero didn't know what that was yet, but he intended to find out.