Re: To the Market Square...
Chatting to the trader, Mannath managed to keep his gold in his pocket rather than make a purchase. He appraised the seller. She seemed a comely sort, definitely worth a tumble if circumstances were different, but alas, the time was wrong. Her chat about gambling on pit fights intrigued him, and he pressed her for more information.
Once the conversation had finished he sought the others. "Apparently they have pit fighting here, down by the docks. Could be an interesting diversion for us, and maybe we can earn a bit of coin." Mannath liked a wager, and he was pretty good at haggling good odds and picking a winner (well, he thought so anyway...).