Sighing softly, the elderly cleric walked into the arena after faling asleep in a corner missing the announcement for his next match for so bloody long. Swearing under his breath, he looked around through the half mask and sat down against the back wall leaving his sword and shield laying on the ground beside him. With his wide brimmed hat protecting his eyes from the sun, he desided to fall back asleep for a while. Perhaps his opponent would show up... but how it was going it didn't look all that good.
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