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Fudou the Mountain	Old habits die hard, and if there's one thing that is true of Fudou and Great FOrks..it's that the vices and means of entertainment offered here in the city have done more to keep him around then he's let on. He's played at mentioning keeping an eye on the Solars as the reason he hasn't moved on t other pursuits but various levels of debaucheries have appealed to the urges to satisfy his flesh and that satisfaction may range from being a special guest at the brothels and houses of pleasure to the rush of adrenaline that comes from gambling to the feel of his body in action here in the arena. And so he's become something of an attraction from time to time.. leveraging his reputation as a former Champion Gladiator of the Hundred Kingdoms and the mystery of his origins as a Yennin of VOlivat.. But right now..he just watches, lounging sprawled out on his side on an entire row of benches that overlook the arena, watching the fights with a look of boredom on his face as a smoke pipe hangs lazily from his mouth. He's not in his warform at least, having some common sense..even if he's still basically ten or more feet tall even outside of it and his body is closer to that of a sunning giantly muscled yeddim then that of a normal mans.
Raullaur	Raullaur makes his way through the arena, wearing simple clothes, and recently having started to train the city militia. Fitting in, or at least being useful. The lion-man looks out over the arena, and the matches going on--planning what he might do against foes, or tactics. Still, he makes his way over towards the giant man and gives a nod. "Hello, there. Enjoying the fights? Planning a comeback yourself, or figuring out some new direction?"
Fudou the Mountain	"What is this with all this talk of directions and legacy and what do we do here and what do we do there..." Fudou's deep voice is a chuckling rumble as the huge man plucks his pipe free from his mouth and offers Raullaur a grin that looks more like it belongs on a Siaka. He peers at the lionman from behind his gleaming spectacles and then rumbles, "Rishi asks that the other day. Amethyst seems like she can't decide on if she's a Dragonblood or a Lunar in Dragon's clothing. Now you. Floundering around in here, wondering what I'm trying to do with my life..." His brusque but bemused response aside the giant man quiets and then rumbles, "..I've considered that I've allowed myself to bear the burden of responsiblity a little too much. I chided Rishi on her focusing to much on her personal needs but maybe I'm the one that is thinking to much about everything else and forgetting why I came here and what I was doing when travelling more.."
Raullaur	Raullaur's ears flatten a bit and his tail lashes. "If you'd rather be alone, I'll let you," he grumbles. "I figure since you were pushing me to figure things out myself, I'd ask what you were thinking about to give an opening to talk about what I was thinking instead. ANd not be rude just bragging about myself first."
Fudou the Mountain	The brute is silent at that and then finally leans forward and then sits up, movements like a landslide that hs seemingly gained sentience. "Alright, alright. My manner is usually somewhat brunt and brusque. I'll admit that. It's my charm. Go ahead and brag. I'm listening. What is on your mind, king of lions?" Fudou flicks away his smoking pipe, letting it spin off to clatter against a bench side while smiling once more as he peers at Raul, "...Tell me."