The chancellor followed an old diplomat with grey hair and a walking stick. He was guild ambassador for three of the beta guilds.
"Sir, this is Fevrus leader of the Alphas," the ambassador said.
"Hmm?" the guilder leader turned. "Our second team is about to fight."
"And you were knocked out by the reds, so this your last team," the chancellor said.
The guild leader frowned. "Are you here for a reason?"
The chancellor looked out on to the field where the fight was about to begin. "They only have two adventurers. The two on the outside. The inner three are locals and if you kill them, they'll stay dead."
The guild leader shrugged. "We'll do what we need to - to win. If they're worried, they shouldn't have entered."
The chancellor chuckled dryly. "This is useful information. The male without a bow is not a warrior as far as I can tell. It's a weakness that you can exploit."