"Everyone, let us drink a toast to the gnoll who gave us an unbelievably thrilling performance."
Orion, Lireesa, Jorik, Dain, and Richard raised their glasses, offering polite smiles.
"Next up, it's the turn of the dwarven warriors!"
Jorik clapped his hands, and yet another cage rose from the dungeon of the arena.
Dwarven prophet Dain glanced at a dwarf behind him, who turned and went down to prepare.
"Dain, how about I join you for a little fun?"
Jorik suddenly said with a smile, after seeing the dwarf warrior leave.
Dain furrowed his brows, eyeing Jorik with suspicion.
Jorik responded with a mysterious grin, a red glow flashing in his hand. A single-handed war hammer, glowing as if it were freshly forged and still radiating heat, appeared in his grasp.
"This is the relic of a certain elder from the dwarven race. I thought this might be something your people could use."
