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. Arryl silently
applauded their abilities.
Turning, the elf eyed the newcomers. The rest of the
gladiators melted away as he walked over to inspect the
small group Raag had brought him. "What is this?"
"Arack said," was all the ogre commented.
"Mine, then." The elf surveyed the trio of prisoners. He
seemed amused by the boy, and sneered at the half-elf.
Most elves - even dark ones - looked down upon half-
breeds as being less than either of the two races from
which they had sprung.
Nelk paused when he came to Arryl. "You are a
fighter, I see."
"Solamnian," Raag offered.
"Ah. The knight," said Sylverlin, coming up behind.
Both instructors studied Tremaine with interest.
Tremaine straightened. "I will not fight in your
Games."
"Won't you?" Nelk shrugged. "We'll see. Arack gave
you to me and that is all that matters."
"Too good for us?" Sylverlin hissed. He even sounded
like a serpent.
"Arack waits," Raag grunted.
Satisfied that Nelk was now in charge of the three, the
ogre turned and departed without another word. Nelk
watched him go, seeming to appraise the ogre's every
movement.
"He'd still beat you, my good friend," the reptilian man
commented offhandedly
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