(OOC: Time for a little fun.

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Miles, New Vivec
Miles nodded, "I'll talk around a little more, see if it yields any results."
Miles did look around, but not for a shipmaster this time, he was looking for some way to get quick money.
And he found it, on a ships deck he had taken the time to board after spotting a large group standing in a circle.
It wasn't long before he came upon a rowdy group placing bets on brawls, no weapons, it was hand to hand. The winner got a share of the takings it seemed, and the prospect of earning some money in such a short amount of time seemed a good idea.
"Um . . how do you go about participating in this." Miles asked anxiously.
A man turned around, and burst into laughter. Miles, a young lad, was scrwany in comparison.
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You don't."
Then he turned back around.
Miles placed a hand on his shoulder and attempted to turn the orc around, but the man shrugged it off.
"Get lost kid."
It took a few seconds to register in Mile's mind.
"Pardon?"
The man turned around and eyed Miles.
"You'd be crushed in a second."
"I don't care, now are you going to let me participate or not?"
"Fine, but if you get the ----- kicked out of you don't go bawling your eyes out, all right."
Miles nodded, and the orc stepped out of his way, allowing Miles to enter the cirlce.