Outlander
The road to Elfan is quiet. Though you were the only one who was placed on this caravan, you were hoping that the guards would at least talk to you, but it is to no avail. The Raptors are not a talkative lot.
You try to catch the scenery as you go, but the path is surrounded by dense foliage, and you cannot see much beyond the occasional critter that scuttles through the rushing trees. Finally the forest breaks and you see a white walled city that you assume is Elfan. The walls are well fortified and you see at least a score of guards before you are shuttled to a prison cell in a dark, windowless jail. You begin to regret your choice of city, until a gregarious man enters the prison.
He is elegantly dressed and his hair is in the noble fashion. His goatee is greased and tapered to a point. With a smile he addresses you gleefully.
"Outlander! What a fortunate day this is!"
You look at him incredulously and gesture to the cell around you.
"Ah, well, about that. I am more speaking of my own fortune, but you may well benefit from it. My name is Reynald. Do you know what this city is famous for?"
You shake your head.
"The Arena! A marvelous invention for mass entertainment! I have made a deal. Unless you want to spend the rest of your days with the rats in here, you can fight in the Arena with me as your sponsor."
Reynald seems excited, but you remain skeptical.
You try to catch the scenery as you go, but the path is surrounded by dense foliage, and you cannot see much beyond the occasional critter that scuttles through the rushing trees. Finally the forest breaks and you see a white walled city that you assume is Elfan. The walls are well fortified and you see at least a score of guards before you are shuttled to a prison cell in a dark, windowless jail. You begin to regret your choice of city, until a gregarious man enters the prison.
He is elegantly dressed and his hair is in the noble fashion. His goatee is greased and tapered to a point. With a smile he addresses you gleefully.
"Outlander! What a fortunate day this is!"
You look at him incredulously and gesture to the cell around you.
"Ah, well, about that. I am more speaking of my own fortune, but you may well benefit from it. My name is Reynald. Do you know what this city is famous for?"
You shake your head.
"The Arena! A marvelous invention for mass entertainment! I have made a deal. Unless you want to spend the rest of your days with the rats in here, you can fight in the Arena with me as your sponsor."
Reynald seems excited, but you remain skeptical.