[Yep. Just arrived.] He'd look around for anyone else, since he hadn't gotten an answer. He stared at the door for a bit before turning back around to the bar itself, half expecting anyone to come through it now. "I wonder if I'm the only new guy here," he'd think to himself.

Yes, but we've got some newer contestants. A voice comes from the corner, where (I assume) a group of four humans and an avian are sitting, disscussing something over ale and food

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(OOC: Probably anybody that wants to. Similar to like with the matches. Although with less a preference for the more veteran players taking point.)

 (This right here within reason. I'd make the attempt, but have a bit too much on my plate atm.)

"Oh, there they are," he quietly said to himself. "I should introduce myself." He got up and walked over to the table in the corner. Clearing his throat, he said, "Greetings. I'm going to guess that you're part of this Colosseum too. My name is Kirsolite, the Legion's Herald." He raised his right hand, index and middle fingers together with the others down as a greeting, not unlike another 'special' knight he met before. "You five are?"

I'm Bzeczumi, and that push-up guy is Vike. I'll let the others introduce themselves

He takes a chair that isn't being used from a nearby table and brings it over to sit in. "You are quite something, Bzec," he says while sitting down. "And you look like you could lift a whole bear, Vike. Keep up the work on the muscles. You never know when you'd have to improvise a weapon with anything." He then spoke to the whole table. "Who here's new around?"

Us None of us have participated in more than two battles.

He turned to Bzec and stated, "So no one here is really a new competitor, nor are they veterans? Great." After hearing this and making his statement, he seemed to become less tense and more carefree around them. He, of course, was still on edge about everyone else in the bar.

Hey. I've only payed once.

"That's alright. Your thirst for battle is all that matters here anymore. Although, having a clear and ready mind is also great." He was trying to encourage him, but doesn't really know how to. At least he's trying.

Darius had leaned back in his chair. He hadn't responded to Kirsolite's greeting, but instead had silently looked the dragonborn up and down. His eyes stayed riveted to the new potential opponent as he took a long swig of ale, then set his mug down. "So, what's your thing?" he finally asked, blunt and direct. "The sword says a lot; but you'd have already told us if you were a paladin. They can't wait to tell everyone they meet."

He watched him carefully. "Got any special tricks or magic on ya, then, or do you just pick a target and hack it to pieces?" He took another drag from his mug, still watching the fighter, as he waited for a response.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm no Paladin.I don't have any special tricks, nor do I use magic, and the probability of me being able to use magic is slim, but not zero." He looked at the human with great detail, inspecting his armor, weapon choice, and any personality he'd given him. "I could say the same for you though, little Fighter, for it seems we're on equal terms. At least, that is prefered." He took another look at his blade, and asked the question that was gnawing at him, "Say, friend. What kind of battle reputation ya got on ya? Champion of a city's Arena? Slayer of Beasts?"

Meanwhile, Immeral continues to sit in a depressed daze, completely ignoring the newcomer.

Despite the broad smile he responded with, the pirate's face betrayed a mind straddling the line between slight annoyance and growing curiosity. "I'm no champion," he began, "but I've killed my fair share of men. And elves. And dwarves. Etcetera." He over-enunciated the last word, as if he were unfamiliar with it and trying to be clever.

"Don't think I've killed a dragonborn yet though," he added in a low, casual tone as he picked his ale back up, eyes still fixed on the newcomer. "Not that you look like a guy who needs it, or anything. Just sayin'." He smirked as he brought his mug up to his face, peering over it. "Guess you're trying to make a name for yourself though, eh?"

His slurp, long and loud, seemed almost practiced.

The Dragonborn took a very long look over the pirate's smug grin, and spoke just four words: "Don't. Get. Joking. Pirate." He purposefully spat the word 'Pirate' at him, also trying to over-enunciate his own profession to him. A singular spark of deep blue lightning coursed across his held-back teeth. "I've fought my own few counted battles, thief, so don't think I'd give up so easily. I've fought Champions in arenas, and slayed many a beast. You may think that I'm just another target, but I'm not." Another bolt crossed his teeth once more. "So if you think I'm some kind of easy picking off the table, you'd be wrong. Pirate." Once again, he spat the word at him. Then he himself started to lean back, proud of himself for holding back at least some of his outrageous anger.

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Kirsolite walks into the Bar at the Academy and sits down next to the one who'd just arrived as well. "Hello," he says with a hidden smile. "Are you new here as well?"

Eldin takes the bottle of apple juice from the Bartender and responds with a weak smile, "New? Me? No... I just haven't come here in the academy for a good while."

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(OOC: Probably anybody that wants to. Similar to like with the matches. Although with less a preference for the more veteran players taking point.)

 ((OOC: If that's the case I can try and run the shopkeepers and the bartenders here. I believe the shops all sell the normal goods for about the same price listed in the PHB))

Darius smiled broadly again, although this time there was actual mirth behind it. "That's good," he said, setting his mug down. "Wouldn't exactly want an easy target on my team, after all."

"Name's Darius." That was it. He didn't offer his hand, although he did give the dragonborn the courtesy of looking away to scout the rest of the room while he slowly worked his ale.

Kirsolite stopped leaning back on his chair and simply said, "Pleasure to meet ya, Darius." He raised his hand with the thumb, index, and middle fingers up, while the others were put down. A small draconic sign was visible on his armored palm. "It seems I've found someone who's challenging in both conversationalism and battle. May our Might forever be seen by all," he said with a great, big grin towards Darius. He put his hand down and awaited anyone else to speak up.

dorkas coming out after another battle less victorious “hey up eldin good match”

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Darius had leaned back in his chair. He hadn't responded to Kirsolite's greeting, but instead had silently looked the dragonborn up and down. His eyes stayed riveted to the new potential opponent as he took a long swig of ale, then set his mug down. "So, what's your thing?" he finally asked, blunt and direct. "The sword says a lot; but you'd have already told us if you were a paladin. They can't wait to tell everyone they meet."

He watched him carefully. "Got any special tricks or magic on ya, then, or do you just pick a target and hack it to pieces?" He took another drag from his mug, still watching the fighter, as he waited for a response.

 Hey, I let y'all intruduce yourself