“The pleasure is mine. You have proven to be a worthy opponent, and my father will get you what he has promised,” Bahr said with a smile as he walked away. He hoped never to meet that monster again.
The short man grumbled all the way back to his workshop, but Roshan was not paying much attention to him as several dings went off in his head. He had many rewards coming.
The man quickly handed him the gauntlet and shoved him out of the shop, warning him never to return.
Roshan did not mind. As long as he got what he came for, nothing else mattered.
Could this day get any better?
The moment that thought crossed his mind, his eyes caught a banner.
“Arkon’s Tournament to begin in two days.”
So it had been moved forward again.
He wondered what had happened.
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Somewhere in a large aren
