(After you all sleep, it is daytime.)

The Arena is bustling! Another match for 1st level characters has been posted!

As Balzuvar exits the arena in his prized obsidian half-plate, he's grinning from ear to ear. Tiamat will be pleased indeed. He heads to the inn for a chocolate milk, but not before trying to flog his old rusty armour at a nearby bazaar.

Roll a charisma skill. Any.

Persuasion: 15

You find someone willing to pay 5 go less that’s what you got it for.

Atom, confused as to what the **** just happened leaves the arena with his 50 gold and a new fancy whip. He walks into the bar and takes a seat in the back, facing the door and just relaxes, closing his eyes for a moment.

Tanrick exits the arena with his winnings, and immediately  heads to the nearest shop, to sell his old leather armour

Roll a charisma check

Charisma check: 11

Balzavur sits at Atom's table, eyeing him curiously. 

"I suppose this means that I won that match for you, no? I believe around here, that means it is your round first." He hisses slyly, inclining his head towards the bar, propping his feet up on a nearby stool, trying to get comfy in his new armour.

Atom, chuckling at what Balzavur said, sticks his palm out and casts Eldritch Blast on the stool Balz is attempting to put his feet up on. "No one won that for us. That match was rigged from the start." Atom says as he looks toward the barkeep. He sticks his hand up and calls over some water.

T, you sell your armor at cost.

Atom, your blast is quickly counterspelled. The dwarf yells no magic in the bar!

Atom looks toward the dwarf and sticks his tongue out. "You're no fun!" He shouts back.

Tanrick enters the bar and looks around, deciding where to sit.

[OOC: What do I see?]

"My round then."

Balzavur walks over to the bar and orders a pair of chocolate milks.

DM:

 He heads back and offers the drink to Atom, drinking his own and letting out a content and overly-dramatic "Ahhhh, that hit the spot." as he slurps his down.

Damián would have shot a look at the bartender, and then, supremely embarrassed, slapped some silver down on the table and stormed off to his room for the evening.

The following day, he went to the arena and studied the match closely, preparing for the 2nd level match.

Damián approaches Balzavur afterwards.

”Congratulations.” 

And then silently turns to go to his room.

I sell my leather armor

Persuasion

19

Atom looks toward Balz and puts a hand up. "No thank you. I tried it once, wasn't a fan."

L, you find someone buying it at 1/2 the cost.