And he did. Chief Eamon Rikon pretended to enjoy the fighting while he sat there and snacked on dried fruits, but his eyes kept flickering to Atrox and the people behind him.
The way the seats were arranged, Atrox sat alone at the front while others sat behind him. He leaned back into the plush cushion, the appearance of uncaring, occasionally raising his hand to eat dried fruits.
It soon got to the chief, who had been expecting Atrox to inquire about the reason he wasn't taken to the castle but instead to the fighting place.
Finally, Eamon turned to Atrox. "How are you enjoying the place, my lord?"
Atrox decided to be truthful. "Not bad, but the fights are boring. It's almost mechanical in a way. I take it the fighters are used to each other's fighting style."
The smile on Eamon froze. He had to force it to continue. Although Rikon City did not have many guests often, the people who did visit always complimented the fighting pits scattered across the city.
