RP:Welcome to Your New Arena

Summary: Friends new and old meet to discuss plans moving forward for the island of Rynvale as well as for a new underground fighting arena.

This is a Rogue's Guild RP.

Leoxander was there fixing whatever wasn’t already fixed by Gorehilt and Lita. It had been a lot, and the stench of the fungal beer that had flooded the floor was still in the air to sensitive noses. That would be the reason for both metal doors propped open with cinder blocks and the Captain present, trying to tidy surviving furniture while tossing piles of broken crates out into the road for now. He’d likely hitch one of Lora’s horses or rent one to haul that extra wood out to the lumberyard near the harbor, but for now he was restocking the shelves with an herb potent cigarette hanging from his lips and a spare match behind the shell of his ear. Usual black, short sleeved leaving the ink of arm sleeves and hands exposed, hair ever uncombed and the usual days old stubble growing in. The only entertainment was in his own head, recalling some shanties or verses to whisper-sing under his breath as he worked or memories of the last week to reflect on. The twin maned wolves were with their ‘mother’ as they typically were when not starting to roam the island freely, and you could be sure at least one of those bottles was already open on the bar with a half filled glass.

Lita would swear her hair still smells like smoke. Despite having washed it a few times over. Not that anyone might tell, with Leo's place still smelling like Spike's poor excuse for beer. Right. Okay, that part was her fault. Which is why though, she's come baring gifts! A bottle of some kind of fancy rum, the label sporting a literal warning of some sort, tucked under one arm. In the same hand, a bakery box of red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese icing, wrapped in some pretty bow number that she will not admit to tying herself. And occupying her other arm, a little awkwardly, a new roll of that green felt stuff for the pirate's new billiards table. Since a stray dart had hit the other one. She pads barefoot through the open doors, making a beeline for a table to set everything down. "You know at this rate, I'm just gonna have to buy you an apology bakery." She says with an apologetic smile as she hands the little box out towards him.

Nortengaal is walking along the wharf, unbothered by the various nerdowells who make the place their hangout, a familiar figure by this point. Not to mention the impression left the first - and last - time any of them tried to accost the bearman. This evening finds him working on complex single yo-yo tricks as he walks, trying as he has been for a while now to figure out a way to make a certain kind of magic work within his workings of the ‘toy’. Absorbed in the practice as he is he almost catches a broken cargo box to the face as Leo tosses one out through the propped open doors of the JR, saved only by a sneeze of all things that stops him in his tracks briefly. Attention grabbed by the near miss, he puts the yo-yo in its pouch as a fair smell of…something not great makes itself known to the werebear, and his nose wrinkles in displeasure as he enters the bar, his defacto home for the time being, for the first time in week or so. Seeing Leo pause in his cleaning up some sort of mess and Lita offering the Captain some kind of gift, he can only assume the blood bowl champion had something to do with the state of things. “Howdy folks. Seems like i missed quite a time.”

Lita glances up at Nort's greeting, lifting a hand in a brief wave after getting that roll of felt onto the table. Stuff was not an easy thing to come by but thankfully, a particular dragon had some contacts in the construction field. "I didn't do it." She answers Nort, probably too quickly. And she can practically feel the hole Leo is boring into her skull with a look. "Okay, fine, I may have been involved, but..." screw it. "Want a cupcake?"

Leoxander glanced over his shoulder when Lita entered. He wasn’t the most pleased with her right now, but he couldn’t fault her too much since she hadn’t took a swing at him and also came with treasures. A look turned toward the door to catch sight of Nortengaal in its frame and he raised his jaw in greeting as the therianthrope made himself known on the premises. “A time. Yeah, I guess you could call it that.” He looked pointedly toward ‘Ace’ as she offered a treaty treat. That look didn’t last as long as it should. Guessing the bottle along side the box was for him, or them, he picked it up to inspect it a moment while idle hand reached for two more tumblers and he finished off the first to refill them all. “Guess while I got you both here we could try an’ discuss a few things…” Lita might think some reprimand might be coming her way.

Nortengaal chuckles at Lita’s response to his words, reaching for one of the offered cupcakes. “I’d love one thanks - oooo nice, red velvet!” He says, with enthusiasm, before unceremoniously stuffing the delicious treat into his mouth whole. Chewing carefully, he approached Leo to take up one of the tumblers once it’s been filled. After a moment or two he finally works his way through the cupcake and takes a drink to wash it down. “What kind of things you got that need discussin Cap’n?”

Leoxander sniffed. Maybe because he’d been in Enchantment recently or just for effect. He took a drink of that gifted rum Lita had brought, swirled it, then finished it off in approval. “Well, we all know Mahri’s workin’ for those records but I’m runnin’ out of patience. Might jus’ start this show with the fight arena early an’ make some coin on the side.” He nudged his head toward that locked cellar door. “We can stock what we need on the ship unless Lita’s got some room in her shop.” It was a lot of weapons and supplies from the dark market, along with an egg in a locker not intended to hatch, strangely speckled and slightly brighter than most dragon’s lay. “An’ you..” He looked toward Lita.

Lita never thinks it's good when people need to discuss things. Especially not in that serious tone. And yes, the rum would be for him. Not to her taste preference but she wouldn't refuse a glass to try. "I brought you new felt for the games table." She protests in light of the possible tongue lashing that would be well deserved after recent events. She pats a hand on the roll of fabric in gesture. "Though, Krice stopped by the shop earlier to chat. Not sure he'll be wanting much to do with me after." She shrugs, less concerned about this. But she knows Leo has been trying to foster new relationships as of late. "Sorry if that wrenches any plans for ye." She wide eyes a glance at Nort then as he's unhinging his jaw and shoving An Entire Cupcake into his mouth at once. "Was that on the resume when you signed him on?" She asks of Leo in a brief sidebar, still staring a little. Nort, for all his charm, seems none the wiser of the event and Lita is making mental notes about buying increasingly larger cupcakes over future visits. Right. Leo had something to discuss. "Sorry. What's news?" Lita said to Leoxander, "There's the room upstairs at the shop. Anything you leave in the tunnels is subject to Cal's perusal and not guaranteed to be there when you want it."

Leoxander took a breath as he set his tumbler down, still focused on Lita. “That might be somethin’ on my fault, but not intentional. Saw him on the road an’ was seekin’ a healer for you. Snow stepped in, unexpectedly, as you all saw. But…” He paused there. Maybe that particular conversation was meant for a one on one. “Anyhow…” He shook his head and moved on and actually reached to take a cupcake to inspect it. He hadn’t had much cake - hadn’t had more than a bite, if that, at Tiber’s party. This one was blood red and seemed strangely appealing for all the rare moments he’d enjoyed raw meat in the past few months. “The fact is… I don’t have s*** for claim over this place without you lot. There might just come a time we gotta fight for this territory again, but if you two haven’t seen the boards, mainlands headed for a war.”

Lita had kept enough contacts from her past as an informant that she'd heard the rumors before the missive had gone out. But now it was official. Her jaw set when Leo brought up war again. Seemed too soon after the last one. "You see the latest out of Xalious?" That one in particular had hit hard. Not that she'd any reason as of late to visit the place but if one city made those drastic choices, it would lend more to follow. Cenril, possibly, in particular. And since winning the blood bowl tournament, it would be that much more difficult to skate under the proverbial radar.

Nortengaal nods at the mention of getting the fight club going soon. “I’ve had a few thoughts about that actually, i just gotta see the space first. I can certainly help with the transporting of things, though to be honest if there’s something more delicate you’ll probably be wanting someone else to handle that particular thing.” He takes another drink of the rum, the flavor an interesting mix with that of the red velvet. Nodding again he unconsciously clenches the hand not holding the alcohol, idly cracking a few of his knuckle joints. “I’ve heard some talk of it in the taverns and bars around, folks are getting uneasy.”

Leoxander shook his head at Lita, but he wasn’t going to hide information from her. That place was safe enough to divulge in some. “Mages got some ceremony going on in a few days. I fi’ger a few of us might attend or watch from the sidelines. But I ain’t interested in gettin’ too involved with their problems without some good incentive.” He turned his attention back to Nortengaal, and trusting the vampire as he did, didn’t bother to make it a private session of conversation. “I want our island on the outskirts, savvy? Refuge to those who want somethin’ other than this whole ordeal. But we got’a be careful and keep check on who’s comin’ in an’ out of port.” He helped himself to another take from that bottle Lita gifted, searching between them and waiting for their take on the matter. Leoxander said to Nortengaal, "That might mean a bit more work on yer part, Bearman." Leoxander looked at Lita. “As fer you…”

Lita would have offered to go with Leo on that excursion. She'd stalked a few of the last ones from the sidelines but with Cenril helping by means of magical intervention, she's fairly certain a few shadowed skills and disguises wouldn't be enough to save her soul, so to speak. She draws a folded piece of paper tucked into the top of her dress. It's been crumpled a few times over, has a couple visible stab marks and yet has most recently been neatly folded and stowed away. She unfolds it now, spreads her palms across it. "Had a friend send this over from Xalious." Torn from the town's paper. She takes up one of those cupcakes and smears it across the page before lifting a finger to her mouth to taste the cream cheese frosting. Not bad. "I'm more than okay with our island being a refuge." And not because that shyte was personal now. "But it might be time to think about taking the war to them." Lita said to Leoxander, "Is this the part where you give me the lecture about breaking stuff?"

Leoxander reached over to try to claim that strip of parchment from her without tearing it, answering simultaneously. “No.”

Nortengaal moves his head in a small circle, stretching out his neck as he considers the rogues words. Our Island. That bit in particular sticks with him, charged with perhaps more meaning to the werebear than the other two might be aware of. It’s been…too long since he’s had anybody to give a damn about or who might give a damn about him beyond drinking buddies, and he’s ready to protect that however he might have to. After a moment he takes another drink from his glass and nods to Leo with a smile. “I dont mind working Cap’n; i could use something more to do than wander between here and the mainland.” A thought occurs to him and his brow furrows slightly. The port eh? He shoots a quick look over to Lita. “If i’m gonna be spendin more time ‘round the port, i might have to grease a palm or three to smooth things over after that little bit of excitement that Trish brought in here a little while back. Folks tend to hold grudges when you embarrass them.” Lita’s words give him pause. Bring the war to them? That would certainly be harder than being on the defensive. “Bring the war to who exactly? There’s a few factions on the board here.”

Lita leans her hip against the table, unceremoniously licking the remnants of red velvet cupcake from her fingers as she waits for whatever Leo has to say next. She's aware that taking war to anyone would be difficult but she's pissed about all this, which is easier at the moment than being worried, or worse. "I can help with that." She says to Nort in response to greasing palms. "At least for now, I'm still able to get into Cenril." A bit bitter, not even trying to hide it.

Leoxander glanced at Nortengaal over the parchment. “We’ll find a place for those loyal t’ fin’ their rest after work, mate. It’s jus’ gonna take a bell ‘r two.” He did seem to appreciate what he continued to call as ‘trust’ to the werebear until he gave him reason to doubt that. The rogue was willingly opening the cellar to his control, after all. And speaking of control, he glanced at Lita again, considering his unspoken decision. “I need to know you want what’s bes’ for this place with me. S’much yers as it is mine, Ace.” Those were difficult words to admit with his alpha nature, but he waited to watch and hear her response.

Gorehilt slows to a trot and rides up outside. Those inside will hear the clop of Cinderback's hooves, a brief exchange of whinnies and words, and finally a "...or no treats," from Gorehilt as he approaches the open door. He struts through in full armor and sporting a handsome purple bruise across his half-orc nose. Though he ought to say hello, Gore kinda just looks around the room and sighs, shaking his head at himself. There's a "jangle, jangle, jangle," as he taps his gauntleted knuckles to his forehead a few times, imitating a punch. "Yeah, so I'm pretty stupid." In his other hand, he's holding a small, blue glass bottle with some kind of colorful label. Cautiously, he begins walking to the others, ready to turn around if someone tells him to. "Hey Nort." The deathknight greets the bearman, the only one here Gore's sure isn't after his head.

Lita considers the pirate's words for a moment as she glanced around his pub. Remodeled, redressed, memories from an old life and world given new purpose once again. "I've seen this place without you, Leo." She could have gone for sarcasm but her heart's not in it just now and she knows he doesn't just mean that converted warehouse. "It's better with you." She glances at Nort then, tilting her glass in his direction with a wink before she's looking back to Leo again. "And so are we, I think. So I'm here. 'S long as you ain't runnin', nowhere else for me to be." It sounded less cheesy in her head, maybe. "And quite frankly, no one else would put up with me." Lita holds the fancy looking box of cupcakes out towards Gorehilt. He might not get an apology bakery like Leo, but he'd get a warm smile and one of those yummy red velvet confections. Lita is by no means a baker. But she pays them well. "Cupcake?" It might be as much apology as she offers.

Leoxander looked Gorehilt’s way - further distraction from the parchment he was reading, but he had probably already seen this. “You’ll work it off, mate.” Blame the wolf sense of hearing. That was a promise. Just as Lita would, in other ways. But the fact that she was going out of her way to speak those words that he hoped were truthful, he quieted down for a moment to drink his refill of gifted rum. “We ruled this island once: we can rule it again.” He said, to all three present, figuring he’d put the notion out there since most were neck-deep involved by now. “How do you two-... three-...” He regarded the half-orc again, including him, “-... feel about that?”

Lita nods at Gorehilt in the aftermath of Leo's question. "I like this one." There was a measure of respect after their fight. Even if she'd stormed off, the orc had landed her on her butt more than once. She glanced at Nort. "Not sure about this one but Mah likes 'im and I've seen what he can do that punching bag, so..." not even including the way he'd handled the ruffians chasing bunny-Trix around. She glances at Gorehilt again. "Listen, there's a room above the tattoo shop with a bed and a wash room. It's half used for storage now but if you ever need a place to crash, I can show you where the key's kept." She glances at Nort. "Same for you. Though I don't recommend sharing the bed unless y'all wanna get up close and personal. No judgment." She shrugs a little.

Gorehilt draws his mouth in a line. "I'm sure I will." That's the sort of promise he can expect Leo to keep. Reaching out, he accepts one of Lita's cupcakes. "Thanks. So," he takes a bite of the cupcake, double takes at the little confection, impressed, forgets what he is going to say, and finishes eating it before he goes on. "So," he's licking his fingers off, "I don't know what you're planning, but I'm in." Lita explains the room, "gotchya," and the key, "noted, sounds good. I might take you up on that. And this," Gorehilt holds the bottle out for Leo, label up so the lycan can read it. "STINK OUT," it says in goofy baloon lettering, "BAD SMELLS GONE." "I've had good luck with potion peddlers. Little old man, huge glasses, pointy hat, sparkly wand--you know the type, yeah? He looked legit."

Lita eyes the bottle Gorehilt is handing over to Leo and can't help but laugh. "Maybe don't try drinking that one though?" She offers the pirate. And then to the orc, "Actually maybe You should drink that one." She's kidding, but his windbreaker had been part of what riled their fight the night prior.

Leoxander wasn’t sure what to think about Gorehilt’s potion bottle. Given his preference of beer, he didn’t have a lot of hope. “Why don’t we just work with soap an’ not risk it, Spike?” He really didn’t wish for that bottle to open but he might not knock the half-orc out in time if he tried. Leo really didn’t have much energy for it. His gaze returned to Lita, starting to recognize that the warehouse was going to be a free zone particularly when Nortengaal got the fight community below, but he was going to have reason to hire more guards that weren’t haughty rynvale elves. Finally, to Lita. “You never needed to prove much, Ace, but I’m pretty pleased with the results of yer fightin’. You’ve been on this island quite a spell…”

Nortengaal raises his glass in greeting to the half-orc as he approaches. “Hey Gore. Nice bruise, the color suits you.” he says, teasingly. He does mean it though - it *is* a pretty purple. The werebear is quiet while Lita and Leo say their respective pieces, joking set aside for the moment for the seriousness of the conversation. “I feel…” he pauses a moment, considering his words carefully. “I feel like i’ve got my work cut out for me to really earn the sort of trust being put in me - that you and Mah have put in me so far.” Some insecurity is starting to show as he opens up, his true fears of not measuring up coming through a bit. He smiles, crimson eyes moving between each of the others, holding their gazes a moment each before he looks back to the nearly empty glass in his hand. “I feel like i’m ready to throw down for my home.” This is said quieter than his other words, though still audible to everyone. Looking back up to Lita, he chuckles and nods his thanks. That’s two safe places he has now to rest his head, including the one they’re currently in, and he’s feeling very grateful as he downs whats left in his glass.

Gorehilt knows he's the butt of this joke. "Hah hah. Maybe I will." It *probably* wouldn't kill him? It says a lot about Gorehilt that he actually considers drinking the bottle, but Leoxander's reply stops that line of thought dead in it's tracks. "Ah, come on. Your bar reeks of that barrel I rolled in. What's the worst that could happen?" Gorehilt doesn't uncork the little glass bottle, but he does begin twirling it precariously between his fingers. "The old guy said just open it up and dump it all on the floor, all at once. Easy, no fuss, does all the work itself." The glib half-orc looks to Lita and Nort for support. "It stinks in here, right? Yeah? Let's try it." Taking the bottle betwen his thumb and forefinger, he wiggles it ever so daintily, invitingly.

Lita still has no idea how to take a compliment that's serious. So she sips at her drink with a murmured thanks for Leo's. "For better or worse." She manages. Her smile broadens seeing this side of Nort. It's new for her, she hasn't spent as much time with the werebear's company. "Not about measurin' up with this lot, mate. The trying's what's important here. And in my experience and failures," she side-eyes a glance at Leo here, who has put up with more than a fair share of her crap over the years, "the intention. You keep your heart in a right place, take care o' your own, you'll have a place here." Lita reaches out to slap a hand over the orc's as he teases the cork of that bottle some, dark eyes narrowed at him. "My brand new leather bracer still reeks of that swill. Unless you're itchin' for round two so soon..."

Leoxander looked between the three. This was the whole reason he had existed since the beginning. It was becoming more apparent day by day, acquaintance by acquaintance. His was always meant to be in a place as a lone wolf, but that was definitely not the case, anymore. “A’right. Then Nort’, yer on duty with me tonight below to get those grounds cleared out. Lita… we’re havin’ a welcomin’ committee on the beach in due time an’ I figure you might be best to keep this island in check. Gorehilt… I’m putting you under Nortengaal’s employment for now to guard along with him. Any of you got any issues with that now that you got the bulls*** out’a yer system?”

Lita is nodding along with Leo until she does a bit of a double take at this part about keeping the island in check. "Is thst a proposal? Is that how you asked Lora? You're not even on one knee! How did that woman say yes to you?" She's teasing, probably, judging by the grin on her face. At least she got a present out of it. Even if she's not wearing it currently because *insert intense stare at Gorehilt here*. "Here for it." She agrees. "But I ain't callin' you boss. That shyte'll go to yer head."

Nortengaal chuckles at Gorehilt’s antics, his nose definitely confirming that it does still in fact stink in here. “You’re not wrong Gore, but i gotta be honest with you, that kinda sounds too good to be true. Maybe it’s best to leave it be for now. Maybe you can try it out somewhere else first eh?” Looking to Lita he smiles warmly, appreciative of her reassuring words. Next is Leo, who gets a nod of acknowledgement and a smile as well. “Sounds good to me Cap’n, no issues here.”

Gorehilt looks a little disappointed. They didn't want his beer. They didn't want his potion. "Say no more." Gorehilt gives Lita's palm a couple teasing taps before he pulls his hand away from hers, stowing the bottle carefully up his armored sleeve. Maybe it'll come in handy one day. "I'm with you, Fuzz." Fraternally, he punches Nortengaal lightly on the shoulder. "You'll never regret hiring me. Just ask Leo," he tilts a gold tusk toward their captain.

Lita might not want Gore's beer or his potions but he had her respect so she wanted him around. ♡

Leoxander glanced at Lita for her mention of the proposal. He wasn’t entirely proud of his example, but wouldn’t let her question trigger him - yet. “You know what…?” He was trying to keep his patience. “I don’t give a #^@% or anyone gives about me? I’m tryin’ my best to make this somethin’ worth havin’.” His voice was fairly level even if it was tinged with frustration. He was well aware he led a gang of free spirited people at this point, but he had opened up to ask for some loyalty. His focus went back toward Nortengaal and Gore, since they seemed more willing to respond without a note of sarcasm. Even though he understood Lita’s nature, there were moments he needed a bit more than her fight. She’d won the crown.

Lita has a bit of a moment with Leo's outburst. And for a moment she debates responding in kind. Because honestly this was a conversation she would have preferred to have with him in private. Nothing against Gore and Nort at all but the emotional stuff wasn't something she often allowed for herself in public. And not because Leo wasn't worth it. Damn it all. She hands what's left of the box of cupcakes at Nort and turns towards the pirate, her arms around his waist as she gathers him into a familiar hug, her face buried in his neck. "Shut the @#$% up." She says, the expletive muffled against his warm skin as she squeezes him gently. "I ain't goin' nowhere, got it? And even if I gotta send these two knuckleheads to drag you back here kicking and screaming some day, neither are you." She lifts a hand to his cheek as she leans back some to look at him then. "You reopened this place and made it a safe haven for us again. But you and me, all of us, we're gonna make this whole damn island our sanctuary, you got it?"

Nortengaal is a little taken aback at Leo’s words, and at the undertone of frustration. It’s not directed at him, he can tell that much, but he’s still left glancing between the other folks trying to figure out how to mitigate the situation. Frankly, it aint his bag to handle, but he means well all the same, so he tries to at least reassure the rogue of his own allegiance. “ I’m right there with you Leo, and i’m ready to do what it takes to reach that dream.” Turns out that might not be necessary, as Lita moves to reassure him in her own way, and Nort feels compelled to look away, in a bid to give them some measure of privacy for the moment, without actually leaving the space.

Leoxander might have outburst: it was fairly calm. He didn’t know where else to go from that moment, except to business. So he turned his attention away from Lita to Nortengaal and Gorehilt. But only in time to catch Lita with a step to the side as she … clung to him? He caught her instinctively and spoke to her quietly. “Just… take a breath, Lita..” He still held onto her in return and tried to look toward Nort’ and Gore’ to say ‘Don’t ask’. She’d been through a lot with the blood bowl recently, her ability to trust, and a past he knew only part of, but he was still going to hang onto her for that moment, despite his frustrations. “Yeah, Ace… that’s what we’re here for. I know you want to hit me so if you wan’a hit me… let’s jus’ go outside and do that while the boys can drag me back in, a’right?”

Gorehilt folds his arms over his chest and looks agreeable. He's present. That's about what can be said. If he's feeling a bit oblivious, he doesn't say so. The half orc is sure that Nortengaal can fill him in later.

Lita finds her composure again to let go of the pirate as she clears her throat and she runs her fingers through raven curls. "I don't want to hit you." She manages to say. At least not at the moment. The tournament had been pretty draining. "Maybe next week." She's kidding, and she leans sideways to bump her shoulder against his in a familiar gesture of commraderie. Great. Did she just ruin everything? "I'm sorry about the mess." She says, glancing around at the place. "Can we help?" When all else fails, volunteer other people for work.

Leoxander managed to maintain a stoic expression as he tried to figure out where he was and what he was doing after a thought too deep to share. That joke about next week - he got. He let her go eventually in return. “I wanted you to help me take care of this island, Lita. You’ve been here long enough to deserve it…” Despite her words a moment before, he was trying to look passed that what would be good for progress, but he definitely needed another drink. He turned his attention toward Nortengaal. “Let’s head downstairs. You, too.” Afterward motioning to Gorehilt, directing that he would pay his dues in groundwork.

Nortengaal hadnt seen Leo’s look, eyes elsewhere as they were for that moment, but even so he wasnt planning on asking any questions. Some things were best left as they were, and that was good enough for the bearman. The moment passes, and he looks back up at the mention of the mess. Seems like it was about time to roll up the proverbial sleeves and get to work, and Nort was more than ready to get to it. He puts down the empty glass in his hand and claps once, rubbing his hands together. “Alrighty, lets get a move on. C’mon Gore, we’ve got some moving to do.”

Lita isn't sure what she deserves these days but she respects Leo more than most. And more than that, she trusts him. "Whatever you need. I'm here." She nods and snags another cupcake from the box she'd handed off to Nort and takes a little bite of it, ready to follow the trio downstairs.

Gorehilt tries to look alive whe get's caught it that communal "we" that Lita so cleverly posed. He straightens up, cracks his knuckles, and looks around the group. "Yeah, alright. What uh," Gore asks as he moves after Nort, "what are we moving?" He's stretching a little, flexing and rotating both arms, looking around for heavy, out-of-place objects. There are stairs? Following Lita's eyes, he notices the stairs for the first time. It's a lucky thing he hasn't fallen down them yet, though there's still a first time for everything.

Leoxander was a bit proud of Nortengaal’s leadership role in that moment. He hadn’t been all too certain with the therianthrope calling the bar his, but he might earn that title soon enough. So the pirate took a ring of keys from some undisclosed location to make his way to that always locked cellar door and fit the rigging to pull it open with a bit of squeal of unused hinges. He glanced Nortengaal’s, Gorehilt’s, and finally Lita’s way before he headed down. They might all have some form of night vision but that matchstick behind his ear was draw to light a hanging oil lamp to illuminated the cellar full of crates and lockboxes, some heavier than others, but once all that cargo was cleared it was a healthy amount of space. Nevermind the man who had to be coaxed from insanity from the Captain and was given a moment of reprieve to pass them and have a swill whil the rogues handled the mess. “Welcome to your new Arena.” He said to the bearman, still not quite sure what to call him yet.