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[After very nearly a full week of doing nothing but worrying, it's almost a relief to get transported out of that cell. Unfortunately, Abel recognizes this arena from glimpses of others' trials. And he definitely recognizes that wicked, curved shortsword they tossed in with him. Without much further contemplation of the weapon, though, he simply sheathes it back where it belongs at his waist, half-hidden by his uniform.
He's not going to stab anything while there are children watching. (Not that it's his proclivity, anyway.) Dusting himself off, he eyes the far gate with clear apprehension, but when he speaks, his voice is free of any apparent concerns. If only at first.]
Well, it's nice to get some fresh air! And even though my neck still feels a little stiff, I'm, uh, not really so worried about that, anymore. [A weak laugh. Maybe he's not totally oblivious to his oncoming doom.] S-So, I suppose...
If I die, you can all split my things amongst yourselves! Ammy has first choice, though, of course. And I want the youngest to have all of the candy that was in my pockets-- Uh, if the brutes who emptied them ever give it back, anyway.
[Is that the sound of a gate rising in the distance? Better hurry this up.] I guess I want to be buried someplace nice, too, so please retrieve whatever you can of me after I'm eaten by a dragon. I've always liked a spot atop a gently rolling hill overlooking the ocean. A sea would be all right, too, though I won't accept anything less than Marmara.
He's not going to stab anything while there are children watching. (Not that it's his proclivity, anyway.) Dusting himself off, he eyes the far gate with clear apprehension, but when he speaks, his voice is free of any apparent concerns. If only at first.]
Well, it's nice to get some fresh air! And even though my neck still feels a little stiff, I'm, uh, not really so worried about that, anymore. [A weak laugh. Maybe he's not totally oblivious to his oncoming doom.] S-So, I suppose...
If I die, you can all split my things amongst yourselves! Ammy has first choice, though, of course. And I want the youngest to have all of the candy that was in my pockets-- Uh, if the brutes who emptied them ever give it back, anyway.
[Is that the sound of a gate rising in the distance? Better hurry this up.] I guess I want to be buried someplace nice, too, so please retrieve whatever you can of me after I'm eaten by a dragon. I've always liked a spot atop a gently rolling hill overlooking the ocean. A sea would be all right, too, though I won't accept anything less than Marmara.