<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329779.msg15775505#msg15775505">Quote from: Miroque on 03-03-2021, 08:06:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"What do you meen about pebbles? But no matter, if that is your take on this, I wish you best of luck but keep in mind what I said earlier."</strong> Mizerial sighed audibly. There was no teaming to be had with this simpletons. She bows lightly and pulled her robe over her wings, and started to look around for <strong>Ravidak</strong> and the elites of his mercenary band.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Nobody fitting Ravidak's description appeared to be immediately apparent.  After a bit of searching though he did seem to be found waiting in the shade inside the prepatory rooms build under the outer sections of the arena.  There was a good number of individuals here but the center of the dark stone room was taken up by about a dozen humans partially clad in heavy armor.  They bore no rank but as they talked most seemed to defer to one man.  Tall, strong, olive skinned, and likely attractive before his face was broken several times by the look of it.  He had a casual smile as he talked with those around him.