10th day of Fall, 511 AV
Miro woke up from a long tiring nap. His hair was a mess, his things were scattered across his room. He grabbed his clothing, dressed himself, and headed out. He shut the door quietly with a yawn, still quite tired. The sun was out and shining down on the world around. He smiled as the soft rays hit his flesh and clothing and began to walk about town, waking himself up as he went.
He passed a few sites, the usual things he would see, but none of them appealed to him today. His walk continued for a short while longer until he saw a familiar sight. One of his favorite places in all of Alvadas, the Akeldama Colosseum. Familiar black gates invited him in. He followed the short path entering the main building. It appeared timeless, as if it had long since forgotten the meaning of time, or showing grace in its ancient structure. Miro ran his hand along the massive structure, feeling for its soul. Perhaps just by touching it, some of its experience would become a part of him. A few moments passed, and it was time to enter.
Miro was waking up now, still feeling slightly rusty, but ready to fight. He would go in, but avoid Shale for now. Shale had this tendency to throw people into a fight long before they were ready. It was too early in Miro's day for him to push himself. Once he was ready, he would choose a suitable fight. Perhaps today he would take it easy, though such things were usually not in his hands. He left his fate to Lhex, as usual, and of course whatever twists Ionu may throw in. Lastly, whatever Shale may throw into the mix. The chances of such a day were slim, but Miro trusted his fate to the world around him. There was no place he would be going, his time in the Mizahar was not nearly over. With a sigh Miro sat down out of view anybody but those just entering the place. There was always the option of leaving, if he did not feel up to a fight. His mind flashed to the memory of his first time in this building. He had two new friends with him, giving him courage. They brought out the best in him. If only they were here now, he could fight with passion, fervor, putting his heart into the art of killing. He needed a brother in arms, somebody to depend on him, and to depend on himself. He sat back with a smile on his face, still daydreaming.