Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-29461586-20140922202818

Griever made her way outside and towards the bridge. Men clad in black steel plate armor were watching.

There was a Steel Shield and Sword at each end of the bridge. One set for Griever, and one set for Elizabeth.

The latter already had her weapon and shield ready. The former grabbed hers and waited for Azarath.

"The duel doesn't begin until Azarath arrives." Elizabeth remarked.

"I know." Griever replied.

"Do understand that no one dies in this duel. The first person who cannot stand loses."

"I want to make a pact. If I win, you will let Azarath and all those affilated to him free."

"Oh? And what's the equivalent exchange?"

"...If I lose, you take me home. I'll pay Azarath's sentence in his place.."

"Hmph. very well. I don't like the terms, but the challenger makes most of the terms, not the champion."

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An Wayrest Hunter waited for Azarath to go outside.