Nowaru

Tylie took the sword. - My pockets aren't heavy enough to afford a blacksmith's services, unfortunately.

-- Oh, well... That's too bad... Did you place any bets in the arena? Ah, but... Yes, I'm afraid you need to make two bets there... Otherwise, you could have bet on me and won... And I would have given you a discount... Well, never mind. -- she smiled and slowly walked away from the tavern. -- The fight is coming up soon, I should probably go now! Cheer for me!