Krav raises his eyebrows.

"A 'destroyer,' eh?" he asks, raising his bushy eyebrows at Drita.

"Well, I'm sure it'll be interesting."

"A Destroyer versus the Merciless. The crowd will go nuts yes? We will be rich friend Krav yes?" Dengo's eyes grow wide and he smiles as he begins to rub his hands together.

"And this is my friend Drita. She's thinking that she would like to fight a battle. Right, Drita?"

"Now Drita yes? You want to fight in the arena yes? You will have to sign this contract like Krav the Merciless did yes? Then you need to decide if you wish to fight man or beast yes?"

Dengo holds out the clipboard with the standard form that you are promising to fight today a being of your choice and come back tomorrow and fight a being of Dengos choice. If not you will be hunted down and thrown into Executioners Run. 

We are looking to secure passage for 7 to Jahaka Bay, would have service available?

Yellow nods at Kvothe and they pick up his altered back. After picking up his pack, the two head to bring Prince Ifan Talro’a's letter to him and explain that the Order is in desperate need of two triceratops. "You will be well compensated," she explains. "We have already secured scouts to take the beasts to Camp Vengeance. I have a few more supplies to buy and then the scouts can use the barge we brought from Camp Vengeance to take the beasts and the supplies down the river."

"We are looking to secure passage for 7 to Jahaka Bay, would have service available?" Taggart asks the Captain.

Captain Ortimay Swift looks Taggart and Solis up and down and smiles. "Are all the other passengers as handsome as you two?" She walks around you eyeing you like a piece of meat as she touches your bicep and smiles. "Yes, very nice indeed. Seven you say? Well, it doesn't matter how many in your party. It's just a flat fee of 10 gold a day. A trip to Jahaka Bay will roughly take us 19 days. so that would be 190 gold up front. Plus, it's up to you to pay off Aremag" 

Yellow and Kvothe spend the next hour securing the beasts of burden and the supplies the camp wished to have delivered as well as Kvothe's special pack he had crafted. They were able to secure everything they needed. They still had time to catch Krav's fight if they wished. 

The Grand Coliseum

approximately noon

The crowd is just getting to their seats and it is a packed house today. You see roughly 10 thousand Chultans in the Coliseum and they are all chanting and having a great time. The fights are a Chultan tradition and most Chultans have off at Noon until two each day to enjoy the games. The Merchant Princes say it creates a happy city with less stress. 

"Ladies and gentlemen. For your viewing pleasure, we have a special match up today. One that may go down in the history books. it is rare that a fighter catches our hearts so quick but today we have just such a fighter."

The crowd falls silent as the announcer's voice carries to all corners of the arena. 

"Yesterday we witnessed just such a fighter. Without breaking a sweat he destroyed one of Ras Nsi's evil creations."

The crowd begins to boo and hiss at the mention of Ras Nsi.

"yes, I know. Ras Nsi should be found and destroyed I agree. If only we could get him in the sands." The crowd laughs a little but most keep silent not wanting Ras Nsi anywhere near the Port. "As you recall the evil zombie Ankylosaurus was taken down by..."

A drum roll begins to fill the arena. "That's right, your new fan favorite. The dwarf from down under, the mighty midget, the slayer of beasts, Destroyer of the undead, tamer of the grung, Slayer of foul water spirits. He comes from the wilds himself. A master tactician in the arts of destruction. He carries a sword bigger than himself. I give to you. Krav the Merciless."

The Crowd erupts in applause and cheers. The Western gate opens and Krav strolls out onto the arena sands holding his sword above his head. Woman throw roses onto the sands, as well as some men. 

Krav waves to the crowd. After a moments pause, he says "Umph...Hope we give you a good show!" with a grin. 

The crowd goes nuts as Krav's words echo around the arena. The announcer gives the crowd a minute to show their appreciation of Krav before speaking again.

"Quiet down ladies and gentlemen, quiet down, please. Now, For Krav's opponent. Dengo was afraid to allow him to join the arena. Krav's opponent is so fearsome, so deadly, one would say he is more monster than man. He definitely gets his attitude from his mother's side. Rumor has it that his last opponent in Waterdeep died just from the sight of this fearsome beast. Without further ado, I give you Immeos, Destroyer Of Men."

The crowd looks towards the Eastern gate as it opens up slowly. You notice a huge shadow coming down the hallway until a massive figure fills the gate. Out on the sands walks a very large Blue Dragonborn, Wearing Halfplate armor and carrying a large Halberd.

.

He looks around the arena and roars. You would think a real dragon was standing before you.

The crowd falls silent at Immeos until finally, the bookie yells out. "10-1 odds in favor of Immeos. Place your bets people, place your bets."

"The battle will begin in two minutes. Fighters prepare yourself."

Once the two minutes are up a bell sounds and the crowd goes wild. "Fighters Begin."

Kvothe says to Yellow as they approach the Colliseum, "I've got faith in Krav" as bets 35 GP which is nearly all of his gold.

Yellow and Kvothe arrive just as Krav is walking into the arena. As the dwarf makes his entrance, Yellow scans the huge crowd for any sign of Taggart.

Investigation: 12

The size of the audience baffles the tabaxi's eyes and she sighs. "Guess we'll just enjoy the show," she says to Kvothe. When Immeos enters, Yellow's eyes widen. "Ubtao protect him," she almost whispers.

With the crowd being so large you don't spot Taggart

Immeos 

Krav's eyes widen as he stares up at the Dragonborn.

"Well, this will be better than that zombie, eh?" he says to no one in particular, as his eyes begin to glow slightly and he enters his battle rage.

Krav draws his greatsword and swings hard at the Dragonborn's left side. His weapon cuts a notch into the warrior's armor.

Immeos roars and twirls the halberd over his head with both hands and slashes across Krav's chest but Krav easily deflects the blow with his greatsword.

Krav humphs and swings again, but this time he is too slow. Immeos is able to block the blade with the shaft of his halberd.

Immeos smiles and slashes his halberd in a wide arc but Krav ducks underneath the weapon.

The crowd begins to chant Krav's name and it looks as if Immeos is getting mad.

"I'm down here, Destroyer," Krav quips as he drives his greatsword upwards towards Immeos' chest, denting the Dragonborn's armor with a resounding clang!

The crowd laughs at Krav's words and you can see Immeos getting extremely angry. 

He slashes downward with all his strength and the halberd rips a large gash across Krav's chest, Blood pouring from the wound.

"I see you, little man." Immeos growls.

He brings the halberd back around and slashes again, this time at Krav's leg ripping a chunk of flesh off of it.

"Here it comes shorty," Immeos says as the halberd comes back around for the third time chopping through Krav's arm as blood pours from the wound.

The crowd falls silent as Krav looks badly wounded from the vicious assault.

Krav staggers and looks worried for a moment before he seems to have an idea. He grins widely at Immeos.

"Pah! A fine hit for a lizard. Too bad, though, that's all you are. You must be jealous of real dragons, what with their shooting poison and fire and lightning all over the place!"

As Krav speaks, he swings hard at Immeos' left leg, but the Dragonborn blocks it.

The crowd begins to applaud and cheer as Krav taunts the Dragonborn. 

Immeos lets out a mighty roar and the hair on Krav's body begins to stick out as the air gets electrically charged. Immeos opens his mouth and lightning shoots forth. Krav was ready for it and dodges out of the way but the lightning still singes his side leaving a nasty burn across his left hip.

Krav winces and starts making shallow feints towards Immeos as he circles him.

"I see I was wrong, then! You really are a dragon. Well, reminds me of the advice my pa once gave me: If you aren't sure how tough it (Krav suddenly darts forward, making a huge slash at Immeos that cuts deep into the Dragonborn's right shoulder!) "is, you'd best not mock it. Guess we both should've thoughta that."

Immeos begins to laugh. A deep belly laugh that gets the crowd silent.

"Is that what your pappy told you, boy? I've gotten worse cuts fallen off a bar stool." 

Immeos circles Krav and continues laughing, clearly intimidating Krav. 

Some people in the crowd begin to chant Immeos's name. Not many at first but after a few moments the chants pick up steam and the arena is deafening with the crowd's approval for Immeos

Krav gulps audibly, then shakes his head.

"Humph!" he says...but nothing else.

He swings at Immeos once more, but not as hard as he had been. The blade still hits, though, clanging off of the Dragonborn's armored side.

Immeos raises his halberd to the crowd and smiles as he swings it down in a deadly arc towards Krav's midsection, Krav deflects the blow barely with his greatsword but Immeos was ready for it and reverses the swing showing his great strength and slashes across Krav's right leg ripping the flesh and causing blood to flow freely. Immeos stomps his foot down and reverses the swing once again and brings the halberd across Krav's chest and cuts the top part of his armor right off as another gash opens up covering the sand with Krav's blood.

The crowd is in a frenzy now chanting Immeos name over and over. 

But there is a small section of the crowd that begins chanting Krav's name. It is getting louder and louder, The arena is split 50/50 and they can smell blood. They know both fighters are at their very end and the match will end within a couple of seconds.

Krav grins genuinely for the first time as he advances on the Dragonborn.

"Well, it's been a good fight, Merciless to Destroyer. But I think it's time for one of us to lose and one to have victo..."

Krav stumbles in his steps, sword completely missing Immeos. He glances down to see that the patch of sand his leg has been bleeding onto has become quite slippery.

"Schist," he mutters.

Immeos laughs at Krav's misfortune and begins to suck in the air around him. You notice sparks leaping out of his mouth as the lightning begins to form. He exhales and the lightning streaks towards Krav. Krav attempts to leap over the blast but it still hits his feet burning them really bad.

"That's going to leave a mark" Immeos taunts. 

The crowd begins to laugh at Krav but his supports boo and jeer at Immeos making him angry. He lifts his halberd high over his head and smiles. "Death is coming little man."

Krav leaps above the brunt of the lightning blast, bringing his greatsword back and swinging it directly at Immeos' face, but the Dragonborn blocks the blow mid-air.

As Krav lands his badly burned feet give way and he falls to the ground as Immeos twirls his halberd over his head and comes down with a vicious slash ripping through Krav's chest. Blood and guts spilling onto the sands. 

The crowd erupts in applause as the Arena doctors run onto the field and stabilize Krav.

"Wow, and there you have it, folks. A fight to last the ages. A mighty battle indeed, Krav the Merciless vs Immeos the Destroyer of Man, well it looks like his title lives up to his reputation."

Immeos is walking around the bloody arena holding his halberd up high grinning, Blood pouring out of the various wounds Krav inflicted. The doctors try to heal him up but he pushes them away and salutes the crowd. Two men come running out onto the field and put Krav on a stretcher and leave through the opposite gate to hopefully heal Krav.

The crowd begins to chant Krav's name over and over as the doctors lead him away. As the crowd is Cheering Kravs name Immeos lets out a roar and breathes lightning towards the crowd before stomping out of the arena.

"We hope that isn't the last of Krav the Merciless. Who wants to see him fight again ladies and gentlemen?"

The crowd responds "We do!" in unison.

"Okay ladies and gentlemen, we have another treat for you but first we need to clean the arena sands from all the blood and gore. We will be back in 10 minutes."

Yellow pushes through the crowd toward where Krav was carried.

Kvothe follows watching her back "I've got your six" he says to her. 

Krav exits the arena, looking none the worse for wear, though he is in dark green Chultan attire. He looks around, not sure where to go.

Drita reads over the contract that Dengo provides, signs at the bottom as Drita the Redeemed and says, "I think I will take the beast."

Taggart meets up with krav as he exits the arena.  Tough beat but you fought valiantly.  I swore you had him at the end

Yellow, followed by Kvothe, appears at Krav's side. "Friend dwarf," she smiles, seeing he has been healed. "Good fight," she says, patting him on the shoulder. "One of the better I have seen. I'm glad Ubtao kept you alive." She turns to Taggart. "Were you able to find us passage to the Bay?"

Drita reads over the contract that Dengo provides, signs at the bottom as Drita the Redeemed and says, "I think I will take the beast."

"Drita the Redeemed yes? I do not like that name yes? Are you sure you wish to keep it yes?" Dengo shrugs. "You can keep it I guess yes? Head down the stairs, take your first right and then your first left. Inside you will take off your current clothes and bathe. We do not wish for your first fight to be with you looking so." He shakes his head back and forth trying to figure out a nice way to say smell and look dirty. "You take bath yes? Your costume will be waiting for you on bench yes? When you hear your name come and fight yes? Any questions yes?"

“I appreciate your opinion Dengo, but the name stays. Everything sounds crystal clear.” Drita follows the directions and proceeds to take a bath and get cleaned up. Realizing that it’s been a while since she’s had a good bath, she begins to feel very refreshed.

Inside the Arena Round 2

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the sands are cleaned and the fights are ready to continue."

The crowd begins to stomp their feet and clap their hands, some of the people are still chanting Krav's name.

"We have a very special fight for you today, one of mystery and magic, We have a fighter that was so evil, so wicked and destructive that the gods, our Great Ubtao himself among others, got together and had a meeting. They felt she had to be Redeemed. And with our luck and by the grace of Ubtao she has chosen to fight for us today. She has had adventures far and wide to spread the light of Horus. She possesses powerful magic and a cursed rapier. She has slain mighty undead Girallions and a vampire that wished to plague the jungles of chult. And now she will once again throw caution to the wind and fight for us today. That's right ladies and gentlemen, We have the one, the only, Drita the Redeemed."

The crowd goes nuts and begins to chant "Redeemed, Redeemed, Redeemed." 

The Western gate opens and out walks Drita in a White chain Shirt and matching Chain skirt. A long flowing white cape is flapping in the winds as she walks and she has on a White helmet. The whole outfit has gold trim around it and you would swear all around the outsides of her outfit looks to be glowing softly.

"That's right ladies and gentlemen, a vision of beauty, purified by our very own Ubtao to make this world a better place. Drita the Redeemed has agreed to fight as part of her penance for the next two days. Give it up for Drita the Redeemed everyone."

Roses begin to fall from the stands. 

"Now ladies and gentlemen, hold on to your kids. We have a treat in store for you today. Our beastmasters have captured a very deadly beast that was trying to make its way into the Port to kill you all. What better way to get rid of it than in the sands of the Coliseum. I give you..."

A drum begins to roll and the crowd begins stomping their feet.

"One of the Dreaded Pterafolk"

The crowd begins to boo and hiss.

Four large Chultan men with swords in hand walk out a large chained beast, Pterafolk (pronounced TAIR-eh-folk) are 10-foot-tall, winged, reptilian bipeds native to Chult with a 20-foot wingspan. This Pterafolk is a little smaller than most. He is only 7 feet in height and his wings stretch out to ten feet when he unfurls them. Everyone in the arena hears a buzzing sound and see a small flash of light that pops up around the arena sands.

"The force field is in place so we are safe from this winged demons attacks. But be warned, it still can fly up to fifty feet in the air and may get close to you and scare the children but you are completely safe. The fight will start in two minutes."

The bookies begin to call out "8-1 odds in the Pterafolks favor. No way Drita the Redeemed can kill a flying opponent. Place your bets, everyone."

After the Bookie has time to collects bets a bell sounds and the Beast Handlers unchain the Pterafolk and run out the gate.

"And the fight Begins."

Yellow hurries back into the coliseum to watch Drita fight.

And who is this Aremag?  And where might I find him?