Granra eyed the arena, possibly finding this match worth betting her money on... She waved one of the Goblins over and placed her bid of about three hundred gold onto Scar.  Scratching her chin slightly, she was clearly amused by this.... The Orc by the name of Scar was an opponent worth fighting, maybe she'd challenge him? Shrugging it off she screamed into the arena.<b>"You better fuckin' win, bet all my winnings today on you, Orc!"</b><br/><br/>With that she drew her axe slamming it into the ground in front of her... With a laugh she had posed that this fight was going to be quick, so she made her way towards the Inn. She would've continued before she heard the booing of the crowd, rushing back she glared down at the Worgen nearly mauling Scar. She blushed at the situation, and wanted to take her bet off, but it was too late... She sighed, making her way back to the inn. With the roll of her shoulders she went up to the bartender, asking for the usual. An oh-so mighty glass o' milk, chugging it down she rolled her shoulders once more, waiting to see if the so called 'Scar' had emerged from the trap door.<br/><br/>Taking a seat on a stool she spun it to face the Trapdoor waiting for him or some one to announce his defeat to emerge. Fiddling with a scab on her right hand she was too pre-occupied to notice if he had come up or not....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>