Vlaeder stepped into a building which partly resembled a barrack. Gladiators were conversing, sporting, or exercising. He glanced around for someone in charge. Vlaeder spied someone who appeared to be a guard. Walking up to the figure, he said, "I have come for a Gladiator."
The figure turned.
"Aye, who is it that you wish for?"
Vlaeder pointed.
"Him."
The guard grabbed a piece of parchment.
"Aye, Xavion Benten. 5 coins, hand 'em over."
Vlaeder dug out the gold, and handed it over.
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