Talashia comes up from behind the winner and says, "That was well fought, sir, my sincere congratulations!"
She then fixes her azure blue eyes on the guards.
"I hope there's no trouble. Weren't you two going to open the door for the night's champion?"
"Not without a fair congratulations from the house," a voice says from behind Talashia. The man in the white-plumed hat nods at the sorceress as he approaches her left side, his right hand reaching out to shake the winner's. Still smiling, he pulls the winner toward him, and clutches his shoulder with his free hand.
"Please, come and have a drink on the house. Surely you wouldn't refuse me that much, having just won a large amount of my money?" Charisma was seeping from the half-elf's pores, for that is indeed what he is, as Talashia took note, standing so close to the man. His clothes were well tailored, and he wore an expensive smelling cologne. He she not thought him so vile, Talashia might even find him attractive.
He quickly escorts the fight winner to the back of the establishment, all but ignoring Talashia entirely.
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Rogash, Uulark, along with Dyspeer and Shazi, find themselves again standing at a door deep underneath the city, but this time they'll be ready for the beast on the other side.