Get Ready to Rumble

Walking the path leading behind the shack bar, Tarmen felt something. A weight rested on him, though it wasn’t uncomfortable, more like a fur cloak that felt warm and protective.
If ever he had felt at home in the sands, here was like walking the streets of his hometown and it wasn’t long till he heard a sound that resonated in his very soul.
The thunderous cacophony of bets being made and lost, cries for someone to get the better of their opponent, and those cries silenced by a rival’s angered fist all washed over him and he nearly smiled.
Finding the bookmaker was easier than he had hoped, another instance of home being mirrored from so far away. Just had to look for the guy with the best guards and usually the biggest shit-earing grin. He humorously gazed up at the foreigner that walked up to his table and was about to begin his regular advertisement, only to be silenced by the jingle of coins being tossed towards him. Tarmen pointed to himself, not wanting to try and translate over the surrounding din.
The man gave a wider, blackened grin at the meaning, a hand scratching his wealthy paunch as he looked over his newest contestant like only a professional could. A few minutes passed, just to test Tarmen’s resolve, then the man smacked the arm of the guard closest to him and barked an order. He lazily snatched the coin purse as Tarmen was led behind him, Tarmen noting that his eyes never left him as he passed.

The room used to prepare was… honestly less of a room and more like a small chamber you could luckily sit in. He hoped no one would be joining him, having had his fill of being packed while on the ship.
The guard stopped him, asking a question he had luckily heard from Silina.
“Te Er T’an?”
He answered without thinking, letting the guard leave only to remember how Silina had pronounced it too late. He made a mental note to work out how to get that right, then sat and waited for his summons.

Te Er T’an?* Who are you?