The Smell of Fortune
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Today, we opened. Privately, I was told, but the stands were absolutely packed. The whispers of the crowd were amplified by the rounded shape of the stands, creating an ever-present hum of excitement.
I was assigned a stand to sell gear to participants in battle, but unlike my regular job, items flew off the shelves. It felt almost like a dream - the Arena, open and active, and me, a center of attention, hawking wares to the heroes yet to be recognized.
As the day passed, and challenger after challenger failed in their attempts, I began to hear whispers of a reward for completing the Arena. An artifact, newly found, brought across the sea to be given to the true victor, that would light the way in their adventures.
I feel blessed to be in the service of someone so giving. Instead of keeping such an artifact for himself, he offers it to a real hero. Amazing.
Additionally, the Arena appears to be completely safe. Challengers have entered, defeated powerful creatures, purchased items for use inside, and upon loss, found themselves safely outside.
The ritual is working, it seems, and the Arena is working perfectly as a training ground for upcoming heroes, preparing to push forth against the encroaching darkness. A newly reopened arena could be just the thing we need. I hope the King understands.