Opening his chest carefully, half expecting a trap, Gil is surprised to see the contents. Is this a freaking joke?! the scholar curses, he starts breathing hard, and licking his lips. A TENT?! A FRACKING TENT?! A TENT AND A DOLL?... !!SON OF A PIXIE!! WHERE IS THE OWNER?! Gil knocks the chest over, spilling the poles of the tent across the arena, along with some very nice clothes and a small vial. I DEMAND TO SEE THE SUPERVISOR! the wizard stomps along the perimeter of his mess, snatching up tent-pieces and cussing up a storm. NOT EVEN A THATCHED HUT? LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT CROWD! throwing his arms up, and the tent in the process, Gil spins indicating the packed stands. Disgustedly, the human stares at the tent parts, THISISNOTAHOUSE!