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[Dracos]

"Indeed.  Crawling on the ground is not the best way to impress them.  You guys have to work in unison.  Like a gladiator team.  You are only as impressive as your weakest link.  I can pull in more money for you guys if you show off with more coordination."

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[Corwin]

"We will have to work on that." Cedric nods in seriousness, before asking, "You've mentioned money?"

[Dracos]

"Yes, I gave it to Salvius already.  It wasn't that much."

Dracos

[Corwin]

"Oh. How much was it, Mr. Romansk?" Cedric asks in curiousity.

[Dracos]

"Just about a thousand gold was your share of the winnings."

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[Corwin]

Cedric nods. "Did our companion say where he'll meet us?"

[Trunkyboy]

Seeing no answer forthcoming from his companion, Luciano shakes his head slightly.  That murderous rage was powerful, but it sure tired one quickly.

Luciano slings Bran over his shoulder and walks out of the arena in the direction Cedric had gone.

[Dracos]

"He said he'd meet you guys at the inn." Romansk shrugged.

Dracos

OOC: >> GM is an idiot. Fixed.  Corwin, edit your post please.

[Corwin]

"I shall stop by the temple he resides at later, then." Cedric nods at the manager. "Good day to you, Mr. Romansk."

Saying goodbye to him, he returns to the inn he's staying at.

[Sunhawk]

Bran wonders when the next fight will be, and if it'll be a better one than those pipsqueaks.

[Dracos]

Luciano hears a curious grumbling from his comrade as he hauls him out of the arena.

Cedric arrived without mishap at his current residence of the inn.

Dracos
OOC: Guys, can you like, speed it up?

[Carthrat]

Salvius shows up at the inn, a hefty sack of gold over his shoulder. Seeing Cedric, he waves. "Good day, friend!" he says, cheerfully.

[Corwin]

"Greetings," Cedric replies, gesturing Salivus towards the table he's sitting at, an empty mug next to him.

OOC: He's used the Lay on Hands on himself to heal while in transit, k?

[Carthrat]

Salvius sits down, plonking the sack on the table. "It's suitably heavy," he notes.

[Corwin]

Cedric nods, looking at the sack with appreciation. "As would a thousand coins be."