"I am, really. Tomorrow, we'll be picking out these Tribune аsshats in the arena's crowd. Khaom's politics are rather simple: challenge someone into the arena, fight to the death. And you, my dear.. will be my champion, if that's fine with you." [i]Charla would say, having already seduced Fabio with gifts and promises. Now, she seemed to ask for his service.. his life.[/i]