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. If not for the arena, many of them would have
ended up mercenaries or highwaymen. More than a few had
probably worked as one or both during the course of their
lives.
Raag, gruff as ever, turned to Arryl and pointed at the
duelist to the left.
"Nelk. Arack say, you fight with Nelk."
Arryl stared, amazed.
Nelk was an elf.
A maimed elf. Arryl wondered about the sort of elf
who would deal in death, decided he must be a dark elf, one
of the outcasts of elven society.
Tremaine studied Nelk. He seemed no different from
the few elves the knight had met, except that the arrogant,
delicate features were marred by a sardonic twist of the
mouth, as if Nelk - that could not be his true name - had
seen too much of the world and not found it to his liking.
But he handled a mace with a skill becoming that of a
Solamnic master, a necessary skill, since the elf lacked the
lower half of his right arm and could not, therefore, have
used a shield to any real purpose. His natural grace and
agility also served to compensate for his physical handicap.
Nelk's opponent was a human, a thin, brown-haired
man who both looked and moved like a snake. He fought
with a sword and Arryl, who took an instant dislike to the
serpentine man, grudgingly had to admit he was skilled
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