Tharjan hustled Krow into Avaldan's tent, where the blacksmith plied him with potions.
The dwarvir didn't have to, so Krow thanked him. "Your sword though…"
He held up the falchion.
The edges had crumpled inward from clashing against the opponent's weapon. The blade was bent, made unrecoverable by that last blow.
Avaldan grunted. After a brief examination, threw it into a bin. "Scrap. My wrights make the swords for practice. Best leave now, though. Congratulations on your win."
One of the people from the registration table came forward. "Wait, you forgot this."
He offered the badge. "The contract was taken back to the other competitor."
This 'badge' though…
[Carved Wooden Token][Common]
Krow smiled coldly at the registrar. "Did you really think I didn't know what a Trade Warrant is? Now where is the actual badge?"
The man frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about."
