Juras chuckled to himself, not bothering to turn and address Yasmin's exasperation. Hey, if she couldn't take a little name-calling, then she shouldn't have been dishing it out!
Juras dusted his back off. Apart from that, though, he was more or less clean. He'd barely broken a sweat out there, and as his only fight for the day, he was disappointed. Juras wasn't exactly a fan of killing people, but first-blood combats were far too short for his own liking.
He might not have liked killing people, but he did love to fight.
Either way, there was the matter of that drink to attend to.
Between walking to the Colosseum's built-in tavern, waiting for that jug of ale, walking over to the east side, and asking about for Yasmin's cell, he arrived just as she was getting changed.
With curiosity, he noticed that her cell door was kept unlocked. Despite his piqued curiosity, Juras decided it'd be better to knock first. Jug in one hand, cups in the other, he tapped the door with his foot.
Of course, he'd forgotten that the cell doors in the colosseum open inwards, and not outwards.