Kallan
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
It was Kallan's first time in Stormbreak, much less in a location such as this. Normally the smell of warm, spilled drinks would be enough to dissuade her from entering the establishment but she had heard that there was coin to be made. Traveling was certainly not inexpensive.Her smaller frame is jostled between drunkards despite her usual sure footing as she makes her way to the front of the crowd. There was nothing she could do when accosted from all angles but one-on-one would certainly be a different story, she was sure.
Kallan is almost ready to sign her name among the roster of that night's fights when it's a lack of terrible smell that catches her attention. The young man standing near the ring looks decidedly out of place, if not for the fact that he is clean then certainly the commanding presence amongst the many dregs of society around them.
"Are you enjoying the show?" Her eyes remain tracked on the next set to spar as they enter the ring despite aiming her question to the man now beside her.
