Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-1587581-20140405050444/@comment-27765057-20140405071957

The minotaur found it a bit hard to believe that a king would seek publicity in a place like this, but gave him the benefit of the doubt. "Fair enough, comrade. My name is Bronsin, and they consider me the champion of this arena."

The mouse looked at the cup of the "blood coffee" that Remnant was still holding. The truth was that it did not usually serve coffee in that particular method, but had only done it this time to freek him out and get him to cease flirting. However, it did not seem to work, much to its annoyance.