Solo Hopeful Opportunity

[Faval]

It had been a long, long time since Faval had gotten any interesting work. He had left Zeltiva little over a year ago for that exact reason and fate or the gods or whatever divine being the people of this city prayed to did not care all that much for him it would seem. Ravok was a very, very different place than Zeltiva, disturbingly so to be perfectly honest. Where Zeltiva was progressive, intellectual and dare Faval say, serene, Ravok was the polar opposite. This place was destitute, vicious, volatile and downright distressing on more than one occasion. Unfortunately, Faval's only skills tended to involve murder and as such, his employ as a mercenary fit in quite well in this place. The young man felt the soft sigh escape him as he vacantly gazed out in to The Pit, which was handily the thing he understood the least about this place. While he could not deny a sort of cathartic feel that violence gave, the concept of a blood sport was lost on him. Why people enjoyed this kind of activity he would not and probably could not ever understand. He supposed the amoral among the populace, which in Ravok meant the majority of the aforementioned populace, cared less when the people dying were slaves.

Faval stood from his seat and walked away from the ring as a clear victor was shown bludgeoning what remained of his opponent's head in to the dirt. The boy hated it here and it shouted at every moral fiber he had in his possession, but those moral fibers tended to shut up when faced with hunger and the fact remained that people were more than willing to pay for all the violence they loved to sow upon each other and even further still, cementing the unknowing powers that be's genuine distaste for the young Faval, the best place to find that kind of work was here, in this den of inequity. It did not take long either. Someone was already there, advertising the need for hardened killers to play bodyguard for an expedition. It didn't really sound like anything Faval hadn't dealt with before and it would hopefully mean getting out of Ravok for awhile. Seamlessly, Faval wove in to the crowd the man had gathered as they left the area, off toward the assembly area for the hired help on this expedition and, hopefully, toward money to eat on for awhile.