⚔️Serberia

—Yes, and now I’m curious about what they’re writing there. And there’s also very valuable information about the arena, thank you very much. I should probably sign up too. —Renold pondered, rummaged in his travel bag, and then took out a neatly wrapped package and handed it to Calentia. —Here, take this as a thank you. Or in honor of this momentous occasion, heh. Ilva prepared this for me for the journey, but I have enough for a year. She cooks great, doesn’t she, Il? You can treat Calentia, right?
—Y-yes, of course, please enjoy it. —Ilva mumbled, looking down awkwardly. —But if you don’t like it, there seems to be a cafeteria here...
—I’ll go now, I’m short on time. —Catching his sister’s very displeased look, Renold nodded towards the arriving relatives and musicians. —Take care of Ilva for now, I’ll be quick!
And waving goodbye to his acquaintances, the young man rushed off to sign up for the arena.