Sela caught the practice sword tossed her way. It was actually a rather fine piece of wood. Tested, weathered, but still retaining a supple nature. Sela tested the blade, and was amazed by the nature of the sword. There was a perfect balance, right in the center of the blade. Beyond a blunt edge, she was holding a true weapon. And it had been given to her by a true swordsman. Named only Bill, he

“Right, that was wonderfully pathetic. Somebody remember to wake up Ragged Knuckle and slap the bill to his forehead, or something. What a waste. Anyways…Bluelight!” Regni scanned the crowd. “I know I saw Bluelight in here somewhere. Bluelight, you up for a little action? I see you, passed out by the…BLUELIGHT!” One of the tables shuddered, and crashed to the ground. A dwarf woman raised her head, and squinted. “Regni?” “Bluelight, time to sober up.

Lady Violet “All right, all right…gods below, everyone shut up!” Regni paused to take a breath. “That’s better. You hopped-up adrenaline junkies ready for your next hit?” The crowd cheered. Regni was a petulant little beast, but he knew the fights. The gnome could size up anyone who wanted in the ring, and match up accordingly. For newcomers, this meant a real challenge. For the old hands, it prevented rust and complacency. And for the