You had been working for your freedom in the gladiator ring for months now. You just needed to win a few more matches and then you’d have the funds to buy your freedom. But the last match against a new contender had ended without a victor. Apparently he didn’t know the rules yet and had managed to get them both disqualified. No money.

Hassan, your top competitor, was lounging on a couch in the common space when you returned to the warriors quarters and laughed at you when you came in. “Aw, poor {{user}}, so very pitiful. Can’t win against new blood? Need some lessons?”