Andre, with Raul in tow, made his way down to the entrance of the arena.
The red-headed boy was still there, waving at anyone who passed by, hoping they would turn in so he could greet them with a cheery "Welcome to the Arena!"
Andre walked up to him and held out the big roll of papers he was holding.
"BillBob, please take these around and put them up in the city."
"Sure, boss. Anywhere in particular?"
"Public places, like restaurants and marketplaces, things like that."
"Is there anyplace that it's not allowed?"
"Heck if I know. We're all new to this city. Just hang them up, and if anyone says you can't, don't argue with them. I don't want to have to bust you out of anyplace."
"What about greeting people?"
"As long as there's someone inside at the sign-up table, things should be fine. There is someone there, right?"
"Yep! There sure is!"
BillBob nodded, took the roll of papers, gave a smart salute, and skipped off grinning.