<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/a8/7d/11a87dba26f5bb5e6f09f355259e2bc1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Shiloh Tien</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332525.msg15850549#msg15850549)<br/><strong>Tier:</strong> Green<br/><strong>Level:</strong> 2<br/><strong>Job Class:</strong> Archer<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Backstage Clinic (Bed) &gt; Kraven's Arena (Stands)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Xenyora, Tristan, Spectators</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Would Oliarin be <em>proud</em> of her? Of what she had done in the tournament thus far?<br/><br/>They had wanted her to compete in Caerduja’s tournament to see the world, find companionship, land earn new things about herself. So far all she had managed to do was… <em>upset</em> others. Of course, the healers backstage thought her pale skin was rather horrifying, but Shiloh soon became even more embarrassed when she learned that her ghastly burns could be healed with a simple potion — one not unlike the one she carried beneath her damaged, embodied cloak. The potion even reduced the blazing cut across her cheek to a small, pink scar.<br/><br/>Was her hometown really that poor? Shiloh <em>knew</em> Caerduja was privileged, even before she arrived. It was the place of royalty, after all. But even Xenyora, who was from an even more distal place, was <em>so</em> confident, <em>so</em> assured of his own victory… it made Oliarin seem so pitiful. Shiloh was a pitiful champion for Oliarin. Her hand — no longer gloved due to the Professor’s final concoction — brushed against her pale cheek where Xenyora had touched it, as she weaved her way around cheering members of the crowd. If her skin’s frigidity had unnerved the monk, he had not shown it. She should consider herself unbelievably lucky, for his kindness and many reasons.<br/><br/><strong>“There’s the witch!”</strong> Shiloh’s round, dark eyes twisted to meet the pointing finger of a young spectator. <em>A witch?</em> The archer wasn’t certain of this. A witch was… a lady who conducted magic. <em>Did they mean because of her… sleep spell</em>? She blinked rapidly, spooked. Did everyone in the crowd <em>know</em> she put the Professor to sleep before the dragon devoured him whole? That was supposed to be a secret, between her and the... Dragon! <em>Oh dear.  </em><br/><br/><strong>“Nah,”</strong> another, gruff looking spectator stuffed some kind of meat into his mouth, <strong>“She’s not a witch, she’s a demon. She lives on the souls of those that died in the Elderly City, that’s why she’s so pale, see. She’s dead already.”</strong> Shiloh could feel sweat building in the wisps of her grey hair. <em>A demon was far worse that a witch! Did-did everyone think this, or just this one, very hungry spectator?</em> The man simply ate more food, and kept his beady eyes on the match between Xenyora and the monk's competitor as Shiloh wished she could sink into the arena's stands and disappear. She swallowed, and tried her very best to turn away, clutching her skeletal bow with pale, tight knuckles. Since she had arrived late to his match, she had wanted to sit closer to the stage, to get a better view of Xenyora’s fighting techniques, but…  <br/><br/><strong>“Cheater!”</strong> an older woman hissed like the dragon had, on the stage before it ate the Professor whole, <strong>“You let the wild beasts claim victory for you!”</strong> Oh no, no, no. Shiloh ascended row after row, climbing the arena stands with a strange grace until… She sat behind a particularly large man, hoping he would hide her well enough since her beloved cape was still full of holes and <em>singes</em>. A witch, a fraud, a demon… These people from Caerduja certainly were… passionate. But were they also correct?<br/><br/>Her grey head peaked out from the man’s shoulder. She had… hoped Xenyora had some kind of weapons she had yet to see. The monk did not have any in Ming Ming’s shop, or backstage near the healers, nor did he carry any around at all times like Shiloh did. “Oh…” The archer gasped and grimaced as Xenyora used his bare hands and then his bare feet against his competitor’s spear! A spear was very sharp, sharp enough to cut through flesh and bone, and Xenyora had no armor, but he... He still managed to knock his opponent to the <em>ground</em>. Was <em>this</em> how a match was supposed to look? She did not know how to hit other people! “Mmm~hmm…” Shiloh hummed loudly and <em>nervously</em> bit at her bottom lip as the agile man with the spear quickly got back up, and attempted to slash at Xenyora’s face, of all places! Her sounds caused the large man in front of Shiloh to turn around and glare at her in annoyance. <br/><br/>“Oh, um, m-my apologies, Sir…”</span>