<div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/TWlGkQt.jpg)</div><br/>Ebony nodded and made a few more rounds whispering a few words to the four women who competed making sure her job was done before she led Tialyn back up the stairs.  She heard someone announcing the winner of the night's fight, and as Ebony predicted, Mialasis seemed to have accrued the most glory that night, despite losing.  But Ebony and Tialyn were not bound for the crowd to look down upon the women who fought that night but back up to the warehouse's main floor, and then to an office that overlooked the warehouse from the second story.  There Ebony pushed into a crowded office, that sweltered with heat and stank slightly of sour male sweat.  At a desk there, a balding beareded man with an intricate tattoo sat behind a desk counting out piles of gold and platinum coins.<br/><br/>He glanced up, his hand reaching under his desk quickly when the duo entered, but he relaxed slightly when he saw Ebony.<strong>  "Ohrr, drow bitch!  Yen't lernt knocks yet?  What yer master keeps ya rouns fer?  Nosey nosey."</strong><br/><br/>Ebony cocked her hip to her side, placing her fists upon it and said,<strong>"Master Attar, may I introduce you to my mistress, she who I am on loan to from Master Sabin.  Mistress Tialyn, this is Master Attar, he is the pitmaster of this arena."</strong><br/><br/>With that, the bearded man's gaze turned to Tialyn and he cocked an eyebrow,<strong> "Ohrr, yer a bit skinny lookin fer me tastes, but I'm guessin yer fer next week's pits?  Yohr here fer pleasure er fer coin, matters none ter me. None nones.  But if's ya new face, ya gets ta pick yer battles.  Yes good yes.  But I ain'ts runnin Pit next week, Clea is.  Still if ya wanna pass along requests, sure sure she'd love to get a new face in.  You know the rules?  You gots any requests, ya can get em to Clea by mid week, no later?  Err if ya ruther, tell me, I'll see her soon'nuf.  Understand, yes good much?"</strong><br/><br/>He held out a small scroll, tightly wound and tied with an old bit of string, barely bigger than the palm of his hand.<strong> "Here, Clea's rules an others suches to know."</strong>He held it out towards Tialyn, but if she moved to take it kept his eyes glued on her.  But Tialyn had the sense that he was more concerned about the piles of gold on his desk then sizing her body up in any other fashion.<br/><br/>The left side of scroll has a list of several 'opponents' ranging from weak criminals sentenced to death, up to monstrous beasts like gnolls, orcs, and undead.  They seemed to be ranked in terms of their general strength, with the lowest on the list being "Pussysmasher" and then the word 'ogre champion' written in parenthesis next to it.  The right side of the scroll had a list of various things that could change the outcome of combat.  Some mundane, such as 'no armor' or 'no mercy rule' which Tialyn might rightly guess means that the magical healing is not in effect, to the downright insane like "Fertility potions" and "Pre match cum bath."  There were of course no descriptions for any of the opponents or fight modifiers, but some seemed rather obvious.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">I left the scroll's contents rather vague, that way you can tailor Tialyn's first fight next week to your liking.  I will be keeping a secret record of how well she does, and her ranking will affect how much money she earns in the pit, as well as her fame.  Though, if you want that to grow or not is up to you really.   If you take the scroll back to master Sabin's home, you can ask Ebony in great detail about her thoughts on what you should do and what options mean.  If you answer Master Attar here, she won't speak up, as she is your servant.  But there's a chance you may not understand what something means and I get to twist it if possible.<br/>  :)  muwahahaha. </div></div>