Ingeir walks past the gladiators as they step out of the way, as per champion part. She enters the area made only for gladiatrix's as she sees the serpent woman get stripped of armor and weapons before being hauled off by wealthy looking merchants, possibly slavers since that's the most likely outcome for gladiatrix's losing. Ingeir sharpens her sword as she sits on her small bed as she hangs her armor to fix up for tomorrow's match which will lead to her freedom as per the deal of the battlemaster. She sighs as her mind starts to wander back to slave days. A few minutes later her eyes open wide as she shakes her head "No more, I will be free even if I have to kill that son of a bitch" she says softly with a growl as she looks up and sees the sun has become afternoon.
After fixing up her armor and weapons she feels a presence as she stands in the training circle. She looks around and doesn't see anyone as she holds her sword at her side. She looks up, but still doesn't see anyone. She shakes her head as she enters her room and starts to sharpen her sword while keeping her back against a wall for protection.
After fixing up her armor and weapons she feels a presence as she stands in the training circle. She looks around and doesn't see anyone as she holds her sword at her side. She looks up, but still doesn't see anyone. She shakes her head as she enters her room and starts to sharpen her sword while keeping her back against a wall for protection.