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The tournament was over, but the crowds remained, arguing over bets and winners and who owed who however many gold pieces.
T'suris rolled his neck, feeling a few vertebrae pop as he walked out of the shadows of the fighter's antechamber and into the sun. He looked down at his arm, his chest, inspecting the word of the healers. The scars would fade with time, but he doubted they would ever fade completely, leaving large gouges in his scales. He looked closer to his arm, checking to make sure the scales were mended properly, and that they wouldn't go ingrown as he continued to heal.
The sun was still sweltering, beating down on the sand and stone beneath his feet. His trophy already packed, T'suris tightened the straps of his pack and merged with the crowd - as best as he could, in any regard, as most visibly avoided coming within an arms breadth of him.
What am I going to do with a cloak made of spider webs? he thought with a sigh. Not the prize he had been hoping for. Maybe I could sell it. Yes, sell it and use to the gold to buy his sister the cart and horses he had promised her for travelling with the caravan. T'suris mulled the thought over, glancing at his pack. His instincts told him the cloak was worth more than that. He resolved to think on the matter. For now, it was time to get back to the city centre. Hopefully news of the winners would have travelled by the time he got there - and given him a few easy leads for more work.
T'suris rolled his neck, feeling a few vertebrae pop as he walked out of the shadows of the fighter's antechamber and into the sun. He looked down at his arm, his chest, inspecting the word of the healers. The scars would fade with time, but he doubted they would ever fade completely, leaving large gouges in his scales. He looked closer to his arm, checking to make sure the scales were mended properly, and that they wouldn't go ingrown as he continued to heal.
The sun was still sweltering, beating down on the sand and stone beneath his feet. His trophy already packed, T'suris tightened the straps of his pack and merged with the crowd - as best as he could, in any regard, as most visibly avoided coming within an arms breadth of him.
What am I going to do with a cloak made of spider webs? he thought with a sigh. Not the prize he had been hoping for. Maybe I could sell it. Yes, sell it and use to the gold to buy his sister the cart and horses he had promised her for travelling with the caravan. T'suris mulled the thought over, glancing at his pack. His instincts told him the cloak was worth more than that. He resolved to think on the matter. For now, it was time to get back to the city centre. Hopefully news of the winners would have travelled by the time he got there - and given him a few easy leads for more work.
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