To A New Fight

Tarmen sat in his current lodging, a decently furnished shack near the fight pit that allowed him some luxuries due to his success. He was mulling over the offer he had been presented with, one that had promised a good amount of money.
A part of him wanted to take up the deal and live this small dream just a bit longer, while the other was focused on other news that had been passed around.
He had heard of Silina being accepted into the trial and wished her the best on it, including a prayer to whatever the religion she followed was for extra measure. The tidbit that had most of his attention though was news that another had been taken in and that they were a foreigner. He could only imagine it to be Alexis and he had been thinking of his path given such a possibility.
Throwing back another bottle of the wine he had secured, Tarmen wondered if it was still worth all of the trouble. He had already planned on telling the Duke to suck it, though he had not realized at the time just how out of hand it would have gotten.

He also couldn’t rule out that this newcomer could be a random wanderer from the wastes. Zin, for all he knew it could be Hunter getting fondled by the priests, gods knew he hadn’t seen the man in so long it could happen. If Alexis really was there though, he also figured he couldn’t barge in to say hi. From how the locals talked, it was a pretty secure ordeal. In the end the thought was tossed onto the pile of things in his mind, one that had grown quite large.
His doubts on the crew he had become so entrenched with bubbled up a memory from Ostiarium. Tar, a face he hadn’t thought of since his death, had questioned his sense of loyalty. Well, here he was considering cutting ties with those who had come to trust him, though it wasn’t the first time. He chuckled, imagining the crooked smile of a man who called it like he saw it sitting with him in this moment, just relishing being right.
Stretching as he raised from his seat, old pops came with new pains, needing to further work out the tightness that had settled in his shoulder. He was beginning to see why Zane was such a harsh prick if his body felt like this all the time.
Hanging his machete to his belt and making sure his claw still hung from its new bit of string, he entered the growing dawn of the city to find this new fight.
More money was always good and it seemed he had time to kill before he would see Alexis again.