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 much as she could with those that spent their evenings here. It turned out that this village consisted mostly of halflings, though there was a sizeable human population and a smattering of orcs that made their home here as well.
All around it was a pleasant and quiet sort of place, that was why she felt it so unlikely that fighting pits or anything of the sort would actually be found within the quaint little village.
The Halfling said with an excited glow in his eyes.
Sibylle leaned forward slightly, an excited glint in her eye. She had never seen a fight before, at least not a real one. There had been a few bouts between boys, angry young men who had been arguing about one stupid thing or another. Yet the prospect of a real duel? Well that was more than a little bit exciting. She smirked slightly. "When do they start."
Another smirk flickered over the Halflings lips.
Sibylle smiled, remembering the pouch of gold that her parents had given her before she'd screamed that she was leaving.
"I don't think that will be a problem." She said, leaning back with a smile.
"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 much as she could with those that spent their evenings here. It turned out that this village consisted mostly of halflings, though there was a sizeable human population and a smattering of orcs that made their home here as well.
All around it was a pleasant and quiet sort of place, that was why she felt it so unlikely that fighting pits or anything of the sort would actually be found within the quaint little village.
"Aye lass!"
The Halfling said with an excited glow in his eyes.
"Tis' all legal, sanctioned by the mayor. Always stops before anyone dies, lots of best, town gets a cut so we can build new docks and the like."
Sibylle leaned forward slightly, an excited glint in her eye. She had never seen a fight before, at least not a real one. There had been a few bouts between boys, angry young men who had been arguing about one stupid thing or another. Yet the prospect of a real duel? Well that was more than a little bit exciting. She smirked slightly. "When do they start."
Another smirk flickered over the Halflings lips.
"Seven! Past the ol' barn to the east. There's a ring built, but if you comin you best be ready to put down some coppers."
Sibylle smiled, remembering the pouch of gold that her parents had given her before she'd screamed that she was leaving.
"I don't think that will be a problem." She said, leaning back with a smile.