The Beginning of Negotiations

The small, old room was lit only by a single lamp with its dim light.

Fromund sat in an old armchair, torn in many places, but the chair was in decent condition, covered in stitches since Elva, Liv, and Tilda took care to make it look at least somewhat decent.

Across from him, on three wooden chairs as old as his armchair, sat Zarot, Mariel, and Nirosh, eager to get down to business as soon as possible.

Zarot glanced at his watch - 2.15 A.M. They had less than one hour left to announce their fighter. Moreover, in two hours they should already be in the Moon Colosseum for the fight to begin.

If Fromund stalls or refuses, the Marzo Family will be left with only one choice - to select as a fighter anyone who showed any performance from the examiners who are still working and fighting against the candidates.

"So... Speak up, why did you come here and what do you want?" Fromund nonchalantly asked while looking at them with a deep gaze.