Well, I don't do so hot on my own, even with River around.  It's kinda hard for an orc, even one like me, to make money, especially if they're an escaped gladiatorial slave.  Not a lot of marketable skills, you know?  Plus, I have a tendency to get myself into trouble without meaning to.  So, the Delvers seemed like the best option for a girl like me.  Looking for trouble and finding it is better than letting it sneak up on you, and the arena taught me to think on my feet and fight all manner of nasty beastie.<br/><br/>I fought in all sorts of arenas, from the rinky-dink wooden temporary jobs in the smaller villages to the large, stone coliseums in the big cities, and everything in between.  My owner didn't believe in time off for his gladiatorial assets, so we barely got time to even heal from one fight before being tossed into the ring again.  The last city where I fought was Penham, but River broke me out the first night I was there, so I only had the one fight in their grand arena.<br/><br/>Most can.  I wear the remnants of my chains around my wrist, tied together with a length of leather cording, the chains themselves broken and rusted now.  That is the symbol of my freedom, and I have no shame in displaying it openly.  I do not mind that most other orcs shun me or look upon me with disgust, I'm accustomed to it from when I was a child, and I'd rather have nothing to do with the people who would judge one so harshly based on their appearance.<br/>