2nd of Fall, 515 AV The night before had been enjoyable enough, that was certain. But that had been enough of pleasure…he needed to become more used to the weapon he had claimed as his own, as well as with his own unarmed fighting style. Moreover, he decided that the best way for him to earn money, at least at this point, would be to put his combat skills to use as a mercenary, taking advanced missions to make the most of his advantages. Thus it was that he was now approaching one of the Knights on patrol to ask for directions. “Excuse me, Sir, but I was hoping that you would assist a newcomer in need of directions.” “Ser Kalahan, and –” at this point he paused slightly, having turned to face the speaker and encountering an imposingly large man. He was a weathered old Knight, and his keen eyes picked up the traces of an immense axe underneath Bo’s heavy cloak. He settled one hand on the hilt of his sword, then continued – “I would be more than happen to help you. Tell me, where are you seeking to go?” Bo smiled as he took in all the details of the man’s behavior, relishing the fact that he could put a Knight on edge…but not revealing this even slightly. Instead, he continued speaking with his most refined, manicured, and soothing voice, looking him directly – though not aggressively – in the eyes. He would see if he could take this further. “I am seeking the fight pits…being new here, I presume that I would be best employed using my combat skills as a mercenary in service of this wonderful city, and wished to hone them into more deadly precision…though I am totally harmless to any Knight, and they can feel perfectly at ease in presence.” The man removed his hand from his sword, and his facial muscles relaxed slightly. The corners of Bo’s mouth flexed upwards into another smile…one that the Knight would have deemed to be merely friendly, but was held far more sinister satisfaction than that. He was no hypnotist, but he knew how to convince people of his words...that was certain The Knight smiled back. “Glad to hear it! As for the location you seek, it is off of Winthrop Alley, just outside of the citadel. It’s clear across town…but if you move fast, you should get there in less than an hour…presuming you don’t get lost. Just follow the main road you can see from here straight until you can glimpse the harbor to your left, turn there and go until you pass and opening to your right. If you take that turn, Winthrop Alley will be on your right, and the Anthonius Fighter’s Pits are the biggest attraction there. Should be no problem at all.” “Thank you very much. Best of wishes to you, Sit Kalahan.” He bowed, then departed. Directions haven been, he found his way to a partially destroyed building. Various groups of men were engaged in all sorts of combat. Bo Sno strode around the different pits slowly. A young man with a longsword strapped to his belt and a simple buckler on his arm approached him. “Hey, you there! Big man! How about a little test of brains over brawn. My brains verses your brawn, eh?” A gaggle of other young men guffawed at the antics of their apparent leader. Bo took this in solemnly, then smiled his deceptively magnanimous smile. He had grown used to using it whenever something amused him in a condescending manner, mainly due to the secret pleasure he was deriving from what they did not know. “Very well, young man. Let us turn aside into this pit to our right, shall we?” Bo led the way in, then they turned to face each other. The young man gestured to one of the weapon carts outside of the pit, speaking with sarcasm oozing from his voice. “Sir, when you fight a man with a sword, it is wise to have a weapon. Now, while I’m sure you know nothing of wisdom, Mr. Brawn, I will at least give you this bit of advice – select a good longsword or the like for yourself…and perhaps a shield while you are at it. You will most certainly need them.” Another round of laughter from the other youths. Bo’s smile grew as he reached up and whipped off his cloak with one hand, and snatched Mortaeon off his back with the other. “What were you saying about weapons, young man?” |