Chapter Fifteen – Taslin – Here
“Here.” Reshnel pointed at a spot on the contract. “Sign here, and here; and you, Jervennon of Cecby, there, and there. It is done.” The Master of the Gladiators stood. “I will leave you two to get acquainted. Your next match is the day after next, Taslin. Sir, I will send a runner for your bank note.”
He left the room, leave Taslin and Jervennon sitting across a table from each other.
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