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To Boris: "You're welcome. If you need your wounds tended to, let me know."
*Miles turns and addresses (Aeroz).*
"Sir, your point is well taken. I mean you and your companions no harm. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Miles D'Arcy, Druid and guide to travellers. By the look of you and your friends I would bet you are adventurers or at the very least professionals. Ingdal's Arm doesn't see adventurers of your caliber pass through very often."
"I offer you my services, free of charge, as guide for as long as you may require. It is my duty and oath to Chauntea."
Sedryn heads over to the bookie's table to put down 10 gp down on Boris and Sheyra each. The bookie shakes his head. "The girl's a ringer! 30 gp minimum bet." He points up at the signboard.
The next round pairings are posted along with odds (based on the fighters' performance in the first round):
Bregon of Urve +50
Urgal the Fat -100
Boris the Beautiful +20
Bo Halfhand -20
Sheyra Relik *-30
Rungal Gunawardane +30
Merlin Soovere +20
Berwyn Frost -20
According to the odds, Sheyra is favored to win, so you'll have to stake 30 gp for a chance to profit 10 gp (40 gp total). Boris, on the other hand, is thought to likely lose, so a 10 gp bet offers a chance to profit 20 gp (30 gp total).
The first match in the second round is another rout. Urgal dispatches Bregon by smothering him like an anaconda. Urgal's strength is just too much for Bregon, and (to no one's surprise) Urgal wins easily. The crowd claps halfheartedly.
The bets are placed and Boris and Bo enter the bowl.
Bo "Halfhand" is a slight but nimble appearing young man. His head is shaved and his face is beardless. His left hand is contracted and palsied, perhaps a congenital defect or the result of a long ago accident.
Bo and Boris circle carefully at first. Bo lunges forward suddenly and clubs Boris with his gnarled left fist. Boris appears to stagger backward, but he's only feinting - instead he comes up with a handful of mud, which he hurls at Bo's face. Bo dodges easily, but nods appreciatively at the attempt.
Boris hurls himself at Bo's knees in a takedown attempt, but only gets a kick in the sternum for his trouble.
Bo and Boris settle in for a brawl, trading punches. Bo lands more shots, but Boris' strength proves to be an advantage - his blows land heavily and tellingly ...
The crowd cheers and whistles, clearly enjoying this match.
"Strange. Where is she. She was our best chance to win this stupid thing anyways. You know what, I am going to look around."
Aeroz begins to look around, weaving in and out of the crowd to find Sheyra. If he finds her(Unlikely) he will bring her back to the ring. If not, he will start asking people if they have seen a little girl matching her description.
The crowd is restless, and Sheyra is nowhere to be seen. The halfling waits as long as he can, then announces that he's giving Rungal a bye. Any bets on the match are null and void. The crowd groans and boos, but then turns its attention to the next match: Merlin vs Berwyn.
It looks like Boris will have to fight again, sooner than expected. He is still exhausted from his last match. Even worse, it looks like his next opponent will be Urgal the Fat, the defending champion.
Aeroz works the crowd, asking about Sheyra. Maybe it's his less than charming personality or maybe the residents of Ingdal's Arm just don't like elves; Aeroz isn't able to find anyone who has seen her since her last match.
Frustrated, he looks around with his sharp elven vision. On a distant hill, he sees the silhouette of a small girl, sitting crosslegged under a tree.
Aeroz runs over to the hill, where Sheyra sits crosslegged in the shade of a tall tree. Her eyes are closed, and she breathes deeply and steadily. A water pitcher and ladle sit beside her, presumably provided by a friendly villager.
Miles offers to aid Boris before his next match. Calling on Chauntea, he channels healing energy into the weary ranger.
Aeroz nudges Sheyra out of her meditation or whatever it is.
"Hey, wake up, if you dont get to your match soon youll be disqualified. Your our best chance of winning this thing so get going. If we are going to make it to Velprintalar we need that gold."
Obviously, Urgal is heavily favored to win, but there is an opportunity for some money to be made if Boris manages to pull off an upset win.
Boris, rejuvenated thanks to Sedryn and Miles (the friendly stranger), prepares himself for the fight. He looks across the Bowl at Urgal, a mountain of a man probably twice Boris' size. Urgal grins back toothlessly.
Aeroz, meanwhile, tries in vain to awaken Sheyra from her unnaturally deep slumber. He douses her with the water, but she doesn't awaken. Something white catches his eye - there appears to be some powdery residue at the bottom of the water pitcher. He thinks to himself, "There's something rotten in Ingdal's Arm ..."