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are we going to move over here soon?

I...

"Awww, alllright." Vul says, then he moves and kisses tori deeply. "Then I suppose that was just for a quick fit of fun."

Yay :3

Sorry, I 1 hope I didn't miss anything important and 2 hope I didn't tie things up to badly.

"**yes, I have many. Most of which aren't necessarily I suppose, first things first I don't know about a town... If it's too terribly old my maps may be a bit outdated.**" Nero replied, speaking oddly but coherently. "**I've never before left the manor... So I suppose I might be a bit out of touch as they put it in those old psychology tomes. And yes I'm coming, I believe that to be the place where I can again practice my spellsword skills.**" And at that he drew his blade, and after unwrapping his hand hd cut it enough to bleed slightly. "**A deal bound in blood, my great grandfather used to say, can never be broken. Let us ride and fight together, will you let you blood with mine?**" He said, he had a flair for the dramatic and he knew that oaths were great for effect. He hoped the man speaking to him might return the gesture, a minor cut like that can heal quickly and it's certainly a good way of makeing a memorable experience.

Alexander walked strait into the armoury and waited for his sponcer. Before long the old man, along with his adolescent companion, was was standing before him. "Well," The combatant said, caring for his blade. "You wanted me to spare that man's life? Why?" "Money of course, I plan on doing a bit of investing in him. He was able to keep up with you, which only proves they're takeing you seriously." The old man said, tossing a small gold coin to Alexander. "Your first cut, this is your first real fight after all. Win four more and I'll give you freedom, as long as you agree to stay with the arena." "You know fighting is my life, in this time of piece this will be the only work I can get. At least beyond a grunt soldier or some low paid thug. For someone of my skills, their are few lines of work that are favorable." Alexander said, sheathing his swords and finally really looking up at the man that still owned him. "My blade is the finest here, and I have no doubt about my skills, as a man with the black ironthorn blood that runs through my vains, that I will stay here and fight for a year in the least." "I'm sure I can trust you, your word has always been good. And as a fighter, you protected me from several attempts at my life when you were no more then this boy's age." The old sponsor said, tussleing his slave's hair who looked indignant but tolerated it. "I know I don't have to worry about your skills, but know that the more times you loose the longer it takes for you to earn your freedom." Alexander nodded, and began to tend to his wounds as the old man walked away. After he finished up, it didn't take much for people of his blood, he walked over to speak with his fellow combatants. He looked around to try and find someone to talk to, and some food to eat. The bronze coin could pay for the petty foods combatants could buy bellow, so he began to move tword the stand that sold food to free agents. He hoped that he'd meet someone, he ant crazy after fights if he didn't speak with someone. Ironthorn blood came with a few odd quarks, like over active adrenaline.

Who gets the unique item.

Distracted by his looking into the stands Alexander is caught off guard by his opponent, he is only just able to jump out of the way... Reviving another cut. Slowly the humanity drained out of his face, and he moved into a seemingly impossibly frightening battle stance. He moves in a whirlwind of cuts, and slowly he moved his opponent to the ground. He was about to make the killing blow, after sustaining a large amount of injuries, but a bronze coin landed in front of him and he walked away. His sponsor didn't want this man to die just yet, so he turned not noticing whether the opponent would strike him or not.

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