Of course that was who she'd sold it to. Of all the scum in this arena to sell it to, she had to give it to Cerci. That damned harlot. The two of them went back, Cerci had been one of the first people to bet against him. And he knew why too, Cerci's family had been close to Joed, and they knew the only credit still had to his name was shadowed by him. "I'm surprised you've got the time to come to the arena and try to get little girls to fight. I figured you'd be at the bottom of the keg with my father, like the useless urchins you are." Even though Neris had his arm, her touch provided only a small amount of comfort.<br/><br/>One of the few people in this arena he wouldn't mind using his hammer on was sitting her trying to have the tiniest woman in the arena jump into the pit. "Not that I should come to expect anything more from you Cerci. It's not like you would have the decency to put your own power to any sort of honorable use." The grubby man's kin were peddlers around here, selling less than functional goods to the few and far in between that'd actually visit the village. The pile of shit had even had the gall to fake injury when the Church's draft was announced.<br/><br/>"We're here to trade for the book, not to fight for it. You know damn well it wasn't Carmine's to sell, and even more that it belongs in your hands just as much as the money you've earned using it." The weight of his hammer was ever present, the urge to use it growing the more he had to look at the pathetic excuse of a man.