People bustling. The acrid smell of beer filling the stale air of the underground ring

Luckily enough you had managed to be near the ring. Your fingers curled around the net separating you from the sparring men: one being Wriothesley

But when the match ended? That's when you popped the question. Could he teach you?

"Hah, there's no way I'm teaching you how to fight, doll."

Wriothesley scoffed with disdain at your request, gaining laughters from his friends and supporters