The larger man she saw before, one of Frisko's employees waved Evelyn over when she returned to the common room.<br/>"You don't look well miss. Couldn't sleep? Anyway, boss said to meet him in his room. This way." he offered and showed the paladin where to find the owner.<br/><br/>Frisko's room was of course much larger and had more furnishings and decorations as the cabins that he offered to guests. He was sitting by a table, checking out some paperwork and going through numbers when she arrived.<br/>"Good morning sunshine." he greeted, overplaying the part. "I have some good news. Our friends agreed to let you participate in their next game today. Here's their offer, you need to sign the contract in order to participate." he explained, handing a scroll over to the paladin. "There will be three rounds of fights in the tournament, each with multiple matches. There will be little time to rest between fights, barely enough to catch your breath. Between the rounds, there will be an hour long break however. Anyone who loses a fight drops out from the tournament, so the less fighters remain and higher you progress the harder the matches will be and tougher your opponents. Progressing through each of the three rounds will earn progressively more reward as well. You can't quit the tournament in the middle of a round or it's considered a loss and you won't be paid. You can drop out between rounds however and take the smaller amount of coin rather than progress and try to win more. If you lose at any point, all the winnings are annulled of course. Normally there is an entry fee that I managed to negotiate for you not to pay. In exchange however, your contract states that if you lose a match, you submit to a fixed time of servitude for the organizer or someone of their choosing. Basically you'd be doing a slave's work to earn what you cost them."<br/><br/>Once he finished explaining the contract, Frisko walked over and locked the door behind  Evelyn, signaling her to stay quiet.<br/>"According to tournament rules, every participant will fight using equipment provided. Mostly fancy looking if nonfunctional armor and blunted swords to avoid serious injuries. They do offer to take care of whatever items you have on you, but if there's anything you'd rather they not see, find or handle, I can stash it away for you in my vault. You have my word that anything you leave here will be handled discreetly and no one else will find out about it. I won't pawn your items or ask any questions... all this for a small price. I'm willing to be persuaded, as you already know... or we can draw up a contract of our own, stating I'd get a cut of your winnings... or service if you lose, in exchange for secure storage. I won't force you to do anything, but I thought I'd tell you in advance. Things sometimes get lost in the arena vaults." his voice was more hushed than before, obviously because he didn't want to be overheard accidentally. Apparently the people he employed didn't know about his secret storage...