Keeva finished up her master's hair, and had his beard oiled. As soon as she could she took a glass of goats milk and some bread to Ulric.

Ulric woke up to see Keeva carrying in the bread and milk. He sat up slowly.

Keeva handed him the tray. "Here, you are," she said with a slight smile, placing it on his lap, and hurriedly leaving the room. The cook was calling her again.

"Thanks," Ulric called after her. He started eating.

Lock was walking down the hall to the gladiators dinner room. He was walking with a slight limp due to an injure picked up from a fight about 4 days ago, he realized he would have to fight soon. Injury or No Injury.

He swore under his breath, I'll keep this injury as a reminder of my escape.... If it works"

He came up to the room and went inside. People were looking at him as he walked up to the food rack. He was known for trying to escape. He was kept under close eye by a guard named 'Rene', They under-estimated him though. He was quick and agile took quick for a Horian guard.

I need someone to help me. Someone I can trust... Ulric popped into his mind, Dam if only he was still here.

Lock walked out of the room with some cold-stale bread and water and spat some on the mosaic flooring They should at least learn to feed us properly.

I'm going for a walk...


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Nomadic tribes valued their tents above all else.

They had no other shelter for themselves or their goods. Nothing else kept them warm in the dead of winter, nothing else gave them privacy. Tribes fortunes could be easily found out by the condition of their tents.

Draven, [i]kreat[i/], unquestioned ruler of the gre'mond noted the shabby condition of his poeple's tents as he walked from one to another. His was the only tent that had retained the former glory of the gre'mond.

His champion, chief warrior of the gre'mond had told him the only possible winning strategy was defense. But with help, the murderous Kil'shant people, the gre'mond's greatest enemy, could be crushed.

Draven knew exactly what his people needed.

They needed warriors.





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Keeva blushed. "You're welcome." she said softly, shutting the door behind her.

Adriana noticed Draven passing out side the tent. "Daddy!" she said as she hurried out of the tent after him. "There you are. I've been looking all over for you."

Draven stopped pacing and smiled silently. He cared for all of his people, but he loved his family immensely.

He turned, assuming a straight face, "What is it my daughter?"

Dane headed into the training gymnasium, and waited there for his students.

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