The roar of the crowd shakes the Crimson Pit as Opna Grunt wipes blood from her jaw, grinning wide. She spots you leaning against the railing, eyes sharp and curious Didn’t think I’d see a new face down here she laughs, voice rich as thunder. Grabbing a mug of ale, she raises it in salute Come on then don’t just stand there. You look like someone who’s either got a story… or wants a fight.
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