A Drink To Calm The Nerves [Saber-Fiiiiiiiive!]

[DaGlobster]

It was the middle of the day, and Elaros wasn't alone in his estate, and even rarer still, he had a family over. Elaros himself was hosting a Merchant Princes' family as the father discussed business with him. He'd wanted a ring commissioned for his daughter's coming of age celebration, and unfortunately for Elaros, the dull man and his entire dull family were drawing out what should have been a quick process.

The mother had suggestions, the daughter had suggestions. They'd argue with the father about what should and shouldn't go in the ring, and before Elaros had known it, half the day had gone past, along with at least two bottles of his wine.

As they sat in his lounge, still discussing the damned ring, Elaros could only hope that the entertainment he'd sent a servant out to acquire would arrive soon.

[Saber-Five]

It wasn't too long before the servant returned in the lounge with a cloaked figure in tow. Meeta took a deep breath and sliently released. Wasn't the first time she entertain nobles slave or freed, it won't be the last no doubt. So Meeta bowed her head for a second, she waited for the proceedings, then she did take a glance at the reptilian prince.

She had head of Elaros a little bit. Her former master Kaa before his demise had mentioned him a few times with no small amount of envy. Having a mixed opinon about merchant princes and anyone similar to them in general, Meeta could easily tell that the host was easily bored with his own guests. All those years as a slave can help one understand the moods of those with higher status.

She threw back the hood, revealing her face for all to see. Meeta's expression was that of trained politeness yet mixed with a confidence born from her fighting experience. She awaited for the nobles to speak.

[DaGlobster]

Elaros' expression was not a hard one to read. His smile was welcoming, but his eyes screamed for help.

"Who have you brought?" Elaros said to his servant, and she bowed her head to him, her tail snaking around her own ankle. All of Elaros' servants, whether house slaves or guards, were all Low Drakkons.

Meeta took her hood off, and Elaros nodded.

"A gladiator, sire," said the servant.

"Why, Lord Elaros, this is quite the unexpected surprise!" the father piped up, and Elaros merely smiled and nodded, although his eyes remained on Meeta.

"And, pray tell, what kind of entertainment can this gladiatrix offer us?" Elaros asked, addressing Meeta this time.

[Saber-Five]

"The thrill of hand to hand combat milord."

Meeta answered with another bow before looking back up. She took off the cloak, revealing her scantily clad body. Crossing the arms, displaying oblivious posture of pride along with her firece smirk, the former slave added.

"I only request a worthy opponent to challenge. Together we will fight for your viewing pleasure."

[DaGlobster]

Elaros took in the sight of Meeta with his eyes, and while the family seemed rather prudish and even a little bit taken aback by her clothing selection, it seemed Elaros was all for it.

If she'd heard the right rumors, perhaps she'd even know why.

"Intriguing. I for one could do with a little action," Elaros said, and when he looked to the guests, they nodded as well.

"Very well, gladiatrix. You will have your combatant."

he snapped his fingers, and one of his guards stepped forwards, a Low Drakkon armed with an ornate halberd and armored in a loose robe and breastplate.

"Does a fight until first blood sound agreeable?"