Dal Shabet

- What? Don't bother me!

-- So, you want money, huh? Fine, I'll find it myself, -- said Agnet and left the coliseum. "But how am I supposed to find it? It's obvious that these guards don't know anything useful, otherwise they wouldn't be talking nonsense. Maybe the General verdict is correct after all? He just took off, and no one knows where. But was it worth preparing for the battle just to run away? Oh, I hope he's okay. An adventure? A scam? Someone's evil plan? Whatever it is, I'm not a detective. I have no idea how to find him." Agnet thought for a moment. "Could that Tyrian, Благовест, be involved? You can expect anything from him. But right before going into the arena? I doubt it... Well, whatever, I need to prepare even harder than I thought. I need my weapon. Will I be able to buy it? I hope so."
Agnet took Saeros's memory stones, his money, and his two-handed sword and went to the auction.
Dagon is cool.