[Salone]

These pompous fools.

Ylnjor repeated the thought again and again as he hobbled through the grounds, passing others with a glowering look. His ribs were agony, and he knew he would be regretting his decision for days. The so called grand melee would not be in his near future.

Nearby he spotted an odd sort of man. Thick like, but no actual muscle. The odd part though was his skin. It seemed to be lighter in various patches, giving his face a mismatched look. Even without the pigmentless patches, he had the look of a foreigner. Ylnjor spared him no sympathy as he threw words at him.

"Bit of an odd duck out in this place, aren't you friend?"