Taras. She hadn’t been here in some time. Valen was rather happy to be here though. They were going to head to the library next, but Ornell wanted to stop here for just a moment. She waved off the man with the sign in sheet though. She wasn’t here to fight. She could probably best most of them and she didn’t feel like worrying about healing people. Or not hurting to the point of death. It wasn’t her style to out and out kill someone after all.
The arena was a good place to look for new recruits sometimes though. Sometimes she was lucky. Sometimes, she wasn’t. She was having a surprisingly good time with this little trip though. Sarin had come with. She wasn’t sure why he had, but he had. He wasn’t with her right now, but she felt… happy. She liked the feeling. It made her feel like she was… like she was being reborn again. It was rather nice. She let her left thumb run along the ring on her finger as she directed her gaze to those fighting in the arena.
There was a big brutish man who was hard to miss. He was wielding a huge ax in each hand! She looked at him for a moment. Earth or metal. Not fire. A flash of red caught her eye then, but it wasn’t the red hair common on fire gensi but a red bandanna of a devenir longsward wielder. Air, most definitely. Air and water. The flighty and flashy type. She smiled as the red bandanna wearer easily slipped out of the way of a charge by a man in full plate. Not the type of fighter she was really looking for. She glanced back at Valen and saw him in his human form. He sat leaning against the wall in the shade with the brim of his hat pulled over his eyes. He looked a little bit like a fop dressed as he was. She gave a slight shrug and went back to watching the fighters below in the arena. Didn’t look like she was going to luck out today.
A soft and mellifluous voice issued from behind her, an obvious hint of a smile in the voice. "Hello, dear. You're here to watch the fights, too?" A man stood behind her, obviously one life had treated quite well. A perfectly ironed suit, molding perfectly with the yellow pinstriped shirt under. Perfectly manicured nails, and a face completely free of blemishes. The man spoke with the gentle tones of a gentleman, and he held in his right hand a cane, with rather macabre decorations as compared to the rest of him. A skull adorned the top, stained just slightly with blood, and a pair of ruby red, pupilless eyes peering out. Further down, a pair of skeletal hands grasped the cane, their long bones looking to all the world like some ghastly prize.
He pulled the hat off his head, and bowed graciously, the hat sweeping outward in his hand. "I must say, the fights can be quite entertaining at times, but today is a tad predictable. Anyone without eyes as keen as yours or mine would no doubt claim the rather large one weilding the twin axes would win, but I can tell you with reasonable certainty that the one with the bandanna will win with minimal damage." He snapped his fingers, then reached into his pocket, pulling out several coins. "A small bet, perhaps? If the large one wins, I'll give you 20 gold. If my man wins, you have to tell me a little bit about yourself." He chuckled wryly, then sat down in a chair to watch the proceeding fight.
She had been about to tell him that she wasn't here to watch the fights as much as see who was fighting, but she decided he didn't look the type who would understand that. He had the look of some rich noble. One who probably came and watched fights all the time, betting money and doing it just for sport. The more he spoke, the more obvious that seemed. Such a waste. She didn’t wish to spend all her time in idle banter. She would be better off finding her betrothed in the city and having a look around at all the goods there. At the thought of Sarin, her left thumb touched the band on the ring finger of that same hand. She still was excited about the proposal, but she had other things to do… she knew he would stay with her through the troubles she feared were so soon ahead. Then the man who had spoken to her took a seat and she brought her thoughts back to his words.
"I wouldn't place such a meager bet, nor would I do so in a fight like this one." She said when he finally did finish talking. She decided that perhaps she would tell him a bit about herself though. Why not? “I will gladly introduce myself though. I am Lady Ornell. Dragon Rider and Leader of The Burning Fists. I am not so much interested in the fighting as in who is fighting. I might do better if I go down there though. From here it doesn’t look too promising.”
Yaksha shook his head, and tutted softly. "Well, that would be obvious, Lady Ornell. Neither of these two are a real challenge, anyone with knowledge and power such as you could easily best them." He spoke with a barely contained yawn in his voice; obviously he saw the fighters as promising as Ornell did. "I feel compelled to ask, why would someone of such power come to this little place?"