"Well, we can start with you telling me your name." Maria suggested as she sized Draco up.
"It's Draco." He replied with a soft voice.
"Alright, Mr. Draco. Now, mind telling me what on Earth led you to end up bloodied and bruised? In front of an illegal arena of all places? Have you come to partake in the service, only to get ambushed along the way?" Maria asked with visible confusion.
"Something like that. Let's just say I have a deep enmity with a certain someone who apparently sent out assassins to kill me." Draco answered casually.
"Oh, how brave. You fought assassins and survived, how expected for a young man like you. With such a compact and short body, where did you get the strength to fend them off till you got here?" Maria asked with bright eyes.
Draco immediately flew into a rage. "I am not short and scrawny! I am lean and my height is average among men!"
