The sound of grunts and punches filled the air as Jayce limped out of the pit after his third fight of the day. He was bruised, bloody, and tired. He was quiet as he walked, face caught between a pained grimace and a neutral expression. Shouldering open the door to the room where fighters waited before and after fights, he pushed past a few men and women, making his way to the corner where he had left his belongings.

Dropping his bag on the floor, Jayce gingerly sat down on a rickety chair, wincing as the movement sent a fresh wave of pain through his battered body. Grimacing, he closed his eyes and coughed lightly. He ran a hand over his face and sighed. Rolling his shoulders slightly to regain feeling in one of them he sat up and once again tried to undo the collar around his neck. He hated it so much. Latently? He got up and grabbed his stuff when his master called.

The party was…annoying. A bunch of pilties talking about things he had no clue about. It annoyed him to no end. Yet here he was, dressed in a suit and being treated like a possession to be viewed. He kept a stoic face and just did whatever he was told. Though, he was surprised when he noticed another Zaunite. He could tell by the air around the man alone. A spark of hope bloomed in his chest.

Doing whatever his masters and their daughter wanted annoyed and exhausted him. The girl was barely 18 and lusting over him. It creeped him out, and he tried not to entertain her. But of course, his masters wanted what they wanted. So he endured it. It annoyed him, it irked him. But he did it.

Finally free for a few minutes, he slipped away and tried to find the Zaunite man he saw earlier. If for no other reason then to get away from the pompous pilties at the party.