60th Day of Spring, 508 AV
"And you promise, right?" The scrawny thief asked impudently, green eyes skeptical yet desperate as they looked toward the apprentice whom he stood before. Elias rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance. “I 'promise' that if I have to repeat myself again, I’m going to change my mind.” He exclaimed, a hand dropping dangerously upon the hilt of his weapon. The narrowly built young man flinched and threw his hands up. “Alright, alright!” The urchin cried, helpless against his better's subtle powers of persuasion. The Ravokian couldn't help but notice with impatience as the boy’s attention constantly fluttered over to the exits of the fighting pit. He had chased him here for an intensely dogged pursuit through the merchant district, and both of them were tired from the running, but the petitioner wasn't above catching him a second time if need be. Truth be told, he also wouldn't mind it either, as long is it got him out of their current location. Elias didn't often frequent the place, seeing it as little more than what it was, a filthy den for filthy slaves to kill each other for the entertainment of the bored. He knew that if he had more time to grow complacent and aloof like those that enjoyed the spectacles of bloodshed shown here, he too might have found the Pit’s charm appealing. Unfortunately, he was a petitioner, and Elias barely had time to breathe most days, let alone have fun. That said, the situation he found himself in now however, was quite amusing.
“Better than getting flogged and jailed I guess.” The thief sighed as he began rubbing the back of his shaven head profusely. A bad habit of his no doubt, and one that probably heralded the beginning of every horrible mistake the young man had ever made in his life by the looks of it. “Flogged?” The stryfer grinned. “That was commander Asan you manhandled back there. Commander Asan the Flesh Eater they call him. I assure you, a whipping would be a god send compared to what that man will do to you when I tell him-”
“No wait, ok! I’ll do it, please. I’ll show you.” The pleading and fear were enjoyable enough, but Elias was here for more than just a passing fancy of midday distraction. This runt, this mere street rat had caught the recruit's attention, dooing things Elias had never before seen until that day, and what was even more fascinating was that he had done it to a fully trained soldier of the Ebonstryfe. The unfortunate warrior in black had spotted the boy not so skillfully stealing from a stall and had approached, but when he accused the lad and went so far as to place a hand on the boy’s shoulder, what happened next had been a blur of precision and violence that had both excited and dumb founded an on looking Elias who was lucky enough to see the whole spectacle from across the canal. Now whoever that soldier had been, he hadn't been a commander, that was for sure, and he also wasn't called Asan, because Asan didn't exist being that the 'Flesh Eater' was someone he had just made up on the spot. After seeing the man go down, the Caldera’s interest had been furthered flared by what had happened afterwards. The boy had apologized as he ran away. Such an absurd thing to do after soundly snapping his foe’s arm and dumping the screaming man into the lake. It was that curiousness that made Elias decide to follow the strange little scrapper to his hiding spot. He had been expecting a fight as he crept his way into the Pit, but instead he had found his prey shocked, scared, and begging for his life. Being that Elias was a kind and generous man, to spare boy the torment that awaited him at the hands of those he had wronged, an agreement was soon struck.
“If you say all you want is for me to teach you, then yes, I’ll show you what I know, just don’t turn me in, I beg of you, sir.” The boy, likely older than Elias by three or four years, displayed a suitable amount of compliance and fear towards his Ebonstryfe superior, but he had also extended his arm out at the young man as if he actually thought Elias was going to shake it.
Elias tilted his nose up at the thing and sneered.
“You make it sound like you had a choice.”
“Better than getting flogged and jailed I guess.” The thief sighed as he began rubbing the back of his shaven head profusely. A bad habit of his no doubt, and one that probably heralded the beginning of every horrible mistake the young man had ever made in his life by the looks of it. “Flogged?” The stryfer grinned. “That was commander Asan you manhandled back there. Commander Asan the Flesh Eater they call him. I assure you, a whipping would be a god send compared to what that man will do to you when I tell him-”
“No wait, ok! I’ll do it, please. I’ll show you.” The pleading and fear were enjoyable enough, but Elias was here for more than just a passing fancy of midday distraction. This runt, this mere street rat had caught the recruit's attention, dooing things Elias had never before seen until that day, and what was even more fascinating was that he had done it to a fully trained soldier of the Ebonstryfe. The unfortunate warrior in black had spotted the boy not so skillfully stealing from a stall and had approached, but when he accused the lad and went so far as to place a hand on the boy’s shoulder, what happened next had been a blur of precision and violence that had both excited and dumb founded an on looking Elias who was lucky enough to see the whole spectacle from across the canal. Now whoever that soldier had been, he hadn't been a commander, that was for sure, and he also wasn't called Asan, because Asan didn't exist being that the 'Flesh Eater' was someone he had just made up on the spot. After seeing the man go down, the Caldera’s interest had been furthered flared by what had happened afterwards. The boy had apologized as he ran away. Such an absurd thing to do after soundly snapping his foe’s arm and dumping the screaming man into the lake. It was that curiousness that made Elias decide to follow the strange little scrapper to his hiding spot. He had been expecting a fight as he crept his way into the Pit, but instead he had found his prey shocked, scared, and begging for his life. Being that Elias was a kind and generous man, to spare boy the torment that awaited him at the hands of those he had wronged, an agreement was soon struck.
“If you say all you want is for me to teach you, then yes, I’ll show you what I know, just don’t turn me in, I beg of you, sir.” The boy, likely older than Elias by three or four years, displayed a suitable amount of compliance and fear towards his Ebonstryfe superior, but he had also extended his arm out at the young man as if he actually thought Elias was going to shake it.
Elias tilted his nose up at the thing and sneered.
“You make it sound like you had a choice.”
