Saxum Prison

Chance motions for Drak to follow him. The walk through corridors full of prisoners and long hallways before entering into a large room, illuminated by torches and large skylight in the middle.

People armed with an array of weapons and armor spar with each other and practice dummies. A few official looking people oversee the operations, talking to some of the fighters.

"Welcome to your new home."

Prison

Turning to Chance, he says, "Well, want to explain what I'm supposed to do?" He turns back to observe the men.

These men have muscle, and are brimming with energy, but they lack experience. Weak stances and poor coordination. Bumbling around like this isn't going to get them anywhere.

Prison

"Talk to the arena master. He will tell you what you need to do. He's coming now."

Indeed, a strong looking man with a shaven head approaches the group.

"Come with me so we can get your equipment together."

He walks away.

Saxum Arena

Drak follows the arena master to receive equipment.

Saxum Arena

They enter a large storage room, where another man is checking on equipment.

Weapons and armor lay on racks and tables, and other tools hang from the walls or are stationed on cases and desks. The pair go to an armor rack.

"What kind of armor do you want? No plate and no steel."

Saxum Arena

Drak scoffs and points at some splint gloves and greaves, "I'll take those."

The way this is looking, it doesn't look like armor is going to be the least of my problems...

Saxum Arena

The arena master takes the gloves and hands them to Drak.

"Those aren't splint gloves. No such thing. They are just plated gloves."

He heads towards the weapons.

"Weapons? No steel. No ranged."

Rocky Outcrop

"Sounds like you want company. I don't have anything on my plate."

Saxum Arena

Drak asks, "Do you have any Kukri I can use?"

Saxum Arena

The man takes a kukri from the weaponry and hands it to Drak.

"Anything else?"