Kyrexiel shouldn't have worried.
Orso has been planning for this for years. And by planning, that means collecting as many fighters as he could. Already, he has a lot of fighting slaves but how does he plan to choose the one to represent him in the Gamemaster pit?
Kyrexiel was about to find out. The guard leading him was the lead guard that was there the day before. "Where do you see that scarf? I've not seen that material before."
'I've not seen it before either' Kyrexiel thought. Sandskar was currently in the scarf form and around his neck, silent and still. "It's my secret weapon." Kyrexiel said it like a joke.
The guard grunted and they walked in silence for a while, the guard shooting him sidelong looks. "You know...it's a shame that Orso include you in this. I kind of like you but the other fighters have been preparing for a day like this."
