fighting pits

"Sign up! Place yer bets 'ere! Sign up an' place yer bets 'ere!" a young red headed lad chanted in the crowded, run down old building. The fight tonight was being held in an old, abandoned warehouse on the far side of the Shallows docks where the whores and smugglers frequented. Very out of the...

Allir Reach - Greyhome "Fighting pits?" Sibylle asked with a tilt of her head, looking down on the halfling who swept his mug from the table and took a deep swig of his ale. She had come to Greyhome only a few hours ago, taken a room here at the Forlorn Rose and then proceeded to mingle as...