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Raullaur	A new name has been spoken of in the arena, that of the Golden Lion. Some say he has both the sword and armor of gold, and some just the sword. However, all agree that he's one of the stronger opponents. The lion himself is in one of the observation suites reserved for the competitors, dressed in immaculate white silks with golden embroidery, watching the current matches but otherwise sitting still while a stick of incense burns with a floral fragrance that complements the hot tea and cold cucumber and mint water.
Misa	Misa is not much for sobriquets- or at least hasn't sought out finding if she's been given any. Still, there's hubbub about her- having defeated the dark horse victor of a battle against a prince of the earth, there's some mix of excitement over twists and turns and rumours of foul play- she has not paid them much mind. She steps into the chamber silently, looking out at the arena floor itself for a moment before stepping in beside the lion man- remaining on her feet for the moment. "Good afternoon," she offers in her usual mild tones with a faint smile. "I have heard tell you have been building quite the repute in the recent rounds."
Raullaur	Raullaur snorts. "A bit. It has been...interesting. Testing how much to let loose. And it will likely come to the point where I truly do. And that will be a sight to see." He chuckles slightly. "Other than that, well...I've been looking at the river--various boats, how fast they can go, how much they can carry...and where they might have dangers from. I've not had to do river security before, so it's a new challenge." He stands, then gestures to a seat, "And please come and join me. You are gaining a reputation and puzzlement. More so than I.. I won't say I've heard 'Anathema' to my face, but I am sure the whispers are around."
Raullaur	"Some of my band fight at range. Others at melee range. But all are infantry--I have no mounted troops. This is fine, since it would be hard to fine horses to bear us." He chuckles. "Perhaps wild lines, suitably large enough? But that would drive food comsuption skyrocketing...." He shakes his hsaggy head, "And true, there are many exigents. As well as what I appear to be." He grins, "What plans have you for after the tournament? Anything in particular? I think you have more students. On the other hand, perhaps we will get to meet with the actual organizers, yes?"
Raullaur	Raullaur nods. "And no use to ask such a journey be planned. Often times, it is the journey rather than the destination that is important. And soon the journey will /become/ the destination. And what you find along the way will direct you." Raullaur shrugs a moment, then leans back, "Have you gotten what you hoped for from this? Or do you still have thigns to strive for?"
Misa	"Well, much of what I wanted- new things to learn of and see. But I tend to think- much for the same reason as I like to wander- that while some speak of mountains and peaks of power or enlightenment, often it seems more a great river- such as the one we sit near- with no bottom to its depths. Cannot truly be... completed, or fully known. But ever moving, all the same," she muses aloud, looking off into the distance someplace. "But- well. Such is the joy. Always something to strive for, no?"
Raullaur	Raullaur ponders, and shakes his head. "That...I don't know. There /can't/ always be something to strive for, can there?" He shakes his head. "Well, maybe, maybe not. Glory I seek that we may find a home to truly have our own." He takes a sip of the cucumber-and-mint water. "And after I settle that, well, I am sure I will find something new, something grander to enjoy."
Misa	"The world is a large place, and many things are not without limits. If one finds their joy in that journey towards more, or better, or what have you... I consider it a good thing that there is ever more." Misa shakes her head a little with that, thoughtful. "I am surprised, at this point, that you have not staked out some fallen kingdom in the Hundred by now."
Raullaur	Raullaur laughs. "That is a possible goal. An original one, but I have a possibility that is greater and grander! So I will try that first. And then, if failure occurs, still I may take one of the Hundred and brng order to my domain."
Misa	"Well, if grandiosity is the goal- there are a hundred of them out there. Though I understand there are other noteworthy and powerful mercenary groups among them as well that may prove a challenge to work with," notes Misa with a wry sort of smirk on her face.
Raullaur	Raullaur snorts. "Well, that just means I will have to increase the size of the Pride until no /credible/ threat of mercenaries ganging up will bother. A Legion, well...that would be tougher, but still something to work towards. And that wouldbe something that would frighten those who hear of it: The Lion's Legion..."
Misa	"Well, I mean the supernatural as well- stories of a troupe coming into a town, the residents having strange dreams, and the leader having strange horrors under his command. May be worth looking into." Misa shrugs again with that, drumming fingers on her leg absently. "I would perhaps recommend the first kingdom or two, before the legion."
Raullaur	Raullaur laughs. "Yes. If for no other reason than logistics. Everyone has to eat, drink, and sleep," he says. After a moment, he asks, "How do you think the tournament will end?"
Misa	"I assume in you and Fudou destroying the place," Misa says quite bluntly. "I am highly skilled, but... the sheer resilience you have with your armour, and he has just... being himself, it is troublesome for me. And I doubt the two of you would have much patience for subtlety once the feeling of the fight came in."
Raullaur	Raullaur nods. "I've talked with him. And should we meet, well, there will be a show. A true fight! But a spectacle as well." He grins, "But still, one of us could be knocked out. We will see."
Misa	"Well, I am not sure who is -left- that I think reasonably could do so," Misa notes, frowning a little. "The competition is growing narrower, and I have yet to really see a -standout- competitor outside those I know... but then, perhaps I have not looked terribly hard."
Raullaur	"What of surprises? Has anyone fared better than you expected? Anyone I should keep my eyes on and watch out for?" Raul flicks his tail slightly. "I recall the monk who faced one of the Earth and beat him."
Misa	"Well, my last match was beating her, so perhaps be concerned less for her," Misa says with an amused smirk. "A very capable combatant, and one I should like to face again, given the chance."
Raullaur	Raullaur ahs. "Well, that makes sense, then, and I do feel better. For now?" He stands and claps his hands. "I think I will enjoy current fame and celebration. And for now, let tomorrow tend to itself. Enjoy yourself as well!" And with that, eh stands and stretches, before starting t make his way out.]
Misa	"Do be well, Raullaur, and do try not to behead anyone with that tall tale of a blade of yours in this tournament," says Misa with some note of amusement, nodding as he turns to go before watching the arena rings below once more.