I was already walking away when the bookmaker called after me.
"Hey, boy!"
I turn back. He's still got the betting and matchups ledger open in front of him. He taps the page three times in quick succession.
"You forgot to register your war name."
"Right… of course."
I stand there, hand on the rail of the stand. It seemed easy enough to pick a fighter's name—but nothing fits. Everything I run through my head either sounds wrong or too arrogant or like a stage costume someone else has already worn.
The reason we're doing the Oathring right now is to train and to execute a much bigger plan later. Obviously, a handful of fights here isn't going to give us the experience we actually need, but we'll get there. Step by step.
And the reason is to raid a Deepwarden base. To find my father. He's the only person who can help us rescue Lola.
'3-in-1 benefits…'
