EPTThe rugged man immediately turned to look me in the eye and replied, “Top o’ th’mornin’ sonny; what can I do fer ya?”
“Well, I’m new here, and I was hoping that you could tell me where I can find the IBC Arena...”
The rugged man looked away for a moment to stroke his beard. When we re-established eye contact with me, he stated, “Sonny, lemme be honest with ya. I ain’t the best person t’be askin’ this question to. Yer better off askin’ the head o’ the town council. Ye can find him in that building right next t’ the chicken coop over there.”
“Thank you very much, err....”
“Rorec, my name’s Rorec.”
“Thank you, Rorec.”
“You’re mighty welcome, err....”
“Halbnam, the name’s Halbnam.”
After thanking Rorec, I walked towards the building that he pointed out to me. Upon entering, I was greeted by a stout man. He was dressed in a fine robe made of silk, and he was sporting a long beard, silvery beard, which nearly distracted me from the lack of hair at the top of his head.
“Hello there. I haven’t seen your face around these parts. You must be new,” the stout man said with a welcoming smile on his face.
“Yes, actually I am. I’m looking for the head of the town council. I was told that he could point me to the IBC Arena?” I respond, eyeing left and right to see if I could find him.
“Ah yes, You’re looking for Peksa, I will go retrieve him for you momentarily.” As the stout man walked off, he momentarily paused, and said, “How rude of me, I didn’t even introduce myself. My name is Horlov.” Horlov then walked off into the next room. I tried to introduce myself, but before I knew it, he was out of earshot.
A couple of minutes passed, and Horlov finally returned with a rather tall man, dressed in even finer silk than Horlov. This man was well-built, had blond, shaggy hair, and had a scar upon his left eye. I assumed that this man must have been Peska.
“I am Peska, nice to meet you,” the tall man said as he introduced himself, “and you are?”
“Halbnam,” I replied while looking up to him.
“I heard from Horlov here that you were looking for the IBC Arena?”
“Yes, I am indeed looking for the mentioned place. Would you midn telling me where it is?”
“Yes, most certainly. Go towards downtown, and you should see the entrance for the Arena near the fountain. It goes underground, so be on watch for it. It’s not like the Colosseum in Rome.”
“Ah, I got it. Thank you very much. I really appreciate your help.” I turn to the door and begin walking out. As I do, Peksa suddenly shouts: “Wait! You’re not from Tebn, are you?”
“No, sir, I most certainly am not.” I reply.
“Good. the last person from Tebn who came looking for the Arena...well, let’s just say he hasn’t been heard from for a long time now.”
“I see, thanks for the fair warning.” I continue out the door and make my way towards downtown. As I traveled towards downtown Pors-tes, I made sure to take in the scenery. The path was of a nice cobblestone, leading towards what looked like a lavished area of the town. During my walk, however, there was one thought running through my mind: “I’m finally here at the IBC Arena. It’s time for me to prove myself, and to fulfill my dream.”
So yeah, I wrote this partially because I was bored, and partially because I wanted to do some sort of writing exercise. If you haven't figured it out by now, most of the names in this story are anagrams for something. I know I left it on such an abrupt note, but I'll write the other parts later for you guys to enjoy. =D
Comments, Criticisms (constructive), questions, etc. are welcome. Also, if you want to help me come up with a title for this story, you're certainly welcome to.
