Rules? Rae’en thought back at him. Kholster waited until she was out of sight, glad to see her happy, hoping it was the first step in putting his mistake at the Arena behind them both. Once she was clear, he jogged back to the courtyard catching Foreman Karl and his guards at the top of the one of the recessed stairs leading into the Underbridge, where only Dwarves were allowed. A guard tapped Foreman Karl, and he turned as Kholster approached. “Forget something, old friend?” Yes. Kholster thought back to Rae’en. Rules. Otherwise it’s only an endurance test. To Karl, he said: “They can try to kill me, Karl, and it doesn’t even chaff my skin, but her—” “Kholster,” Karl smiled broadly, arms wide. “This gambling and assassination, I’ll admit I’d heard rumors, yes, but—” Closing with the Foreman, Kholster chose to ignore the nearby guards moving as if to intercept him.
