Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171111194037

(Blue Team camp)  Eothred trots up on his mare, slowing to a halt. He dismounts and sets his halberd in its saddle frog, then unbuckles his shield and hangs it on the other side. He walks up to one of the Black Mages, unbuckling his helmet.

He pulls his helmet off, revealing his sweat-covered, dirty face, grimy from battle. He plucks up a hand towel from one of the passing attendants and mops his brow, relief flooding his features. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand and approaches the Mage.

"I'd like to turn in my token for the cash prize immediately, please," he says, "And have it kept aside until the games are done."

He takes a mug from a nearby water stand and dips it in the bucket, draining it in one tilt. He dips another and drinks again, this time more slowly.