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Bjolnorf laughed.

"You want to know about that Drow? His names Mexrel. He murdered his entire House and ran away afterwards, crazy bastard. He fled and he got here by himself, asked to enter.", Bjolnorf explained.

"Arenas really turning him into a psycho. At least he came with some manners... He's been through a lot of tournaments, they must have jacked him up pretty bad.."

"Impresive, when I first left home I couldn't have done that," His eyes seemed to show he was happy for a second. "I could probably do it now," he said turning to face this man, "I take it you're Bjolnorf. I'm Sethalith, half demon half devil. I could care less which you refer to me as."

"Shivan Snow." Shivan added. "Tribe Falskaar, Gnoll Mountain. Snow Elf, if you haven't figured it out."

"It is nice to meet you two..", Bjolnorf said, bowing.

"I'm from Clan Drageøks, or in common, Clan Dragonaxe. I was taken by slave masters after they found me unconscious after I had fought with my own dragon... They sold me to the Game Master, and this is my second year..."

"I was uh..." Shivan scratched the back of her head. "I was asleep."

"these guys think they caught me. I let them, nothing better to do," he said this like this whole thing was just a normal day.

"Hey, Shivan hasn't gotten a weapon chosen for her yet? That'll be a nice little surprise.", Bjolnorf said, smiling.

"Chosen for me?" Shivan asked. "Wait, do I not get a choice for it?" She asked, surprised and angry at the same time.

"No, but hey I go this interesting toy," he moved the scythe to his shoulders. "I'm sure if you kill some one you might be able to take theirs."

"That's how it works", Bjolnorf said.

"Hopefully you'll receive yours soon, and I'd be worried, Shivan. Both of your teammates seem to be occupied."

Shivan sighed. "How do they decide what weapon I get?"

He had to think about that one, "I'm not sure really. I think they base it off what they learn about you 'cause the drow seemed t get what he was good with and so did the others for the most part."

Seltor, The Game Master, approached.

"Shivan", he said, looking over to her. "Catch"

Seltor threw a bow towards her, it was made of pure ice but seemed to never melt.

"And don't worry about ammunition. It creates its own, not too hard to figure out. Now get some practice before your battle tomorrow", Seltor said, and with the closure, he turned and walked away.

Shivan caught the bow, studying it. "A bow for an elf." She said. "How original."

"I wouldn't expect much originality from these folk," Seth chuckled. "After all this is just their entertainment, and mine... Well try it out."