Both men were huge, and their muscles bulged as they struggled to push their opponent out of the round mat. Big as Jarod was, however, he was no real match for his father and after a brief yet titanic struggle Jarod fell out of the ring. “That was insane. It was like watching two giants grapple!” Cyra exclaimed happily. Tyrier walked over to his defeated son and helped him to his feet. “You’re getting strong, boy. You might even beat me one day,” Tyrier said to Jarod, patting him on the shoulder affectionately. “Don’t worry, Dad. One day you’ll be old and decrepit. Then it’s payback time,” Jarod replied, grinning. Jarod rejoined Tsaeris, Cyra and Raina as Tyrier waited to face his next opponent. The Dwarven Arms Fair was in full swing, and the four had been there for hours. They drank lightly and played several games of chance. The crowd was huge, and there was a line up for everything, be it food, games or weapon sellers.
