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The two of them stood there poised like two statues out of myth silent still and solid. Casimer waited patiently seeing if the other man would strike first. Seeing no hint of movement casimer decided it was time and he lunged forward striking the sword flat against its owners face and launching the other man off his feet into the dirt. The man stood up quickly and began circling seemingly unfazed by the blow. Casimer smiled wickedly this fight would be interesting.

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+2 : 14 + 2, total 16[/blockquote]

"Naturally" Casimer stated with a shrug "so then shall we begin?"  Casimers eyes started to shine with excitement and he took a light boxing stance hands balled in fists near his cheeks. Other than his breathing he didnt move an inch he tune his senses in to the surrounding area listening for any type of other movements that disturbed the fact that the three were alone.

Nodding in thanks Casimer walked into the ring after the man. The ring had no solid walls but once inside the noises of the night suddenly went quiet as if no noise could penetrate the circle of arches. Moving in to the center of the ring casimer faced his opponent and asked in a steady voice "i challenged so you may state the rules of the fight." Scanning the edges of his perifrial vision across the stadium and then to the other side of his vision he assessed his surroundings waiting for the man to speak.

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+17 : 7 + 17, total 24[/blockquote]

casimer waits for midnight

 Casimer sat quietly pondering what vladimir said. "I appreciate it, i think if all this.." he point around gesturing to the area ".. goes well i may visit her in the guild and sèe if things can be rekindled in our friendship." Relaxing a bit he settled into a calm silence.

Casimer glanced over "its been many years since i last  spoke to her, but its good to know shes doing well. We were friends really good friends when we were younger. I joined the guild for that reason really to find her. But now that i have i wonder if she would recognize me. Would she approve of who ive become?" Casimer shifted slightly looked around. And listened for a minute. Satisfied thst none else were present other than himself and vladimir he continued " you see we are cousins. Yet i was responsible for her safety, for many years i stood guard watching her admiring her skills in her crafy but also... her personality.. i envied the way she opened up and connected with her people or any people for that matter...." he trailed off into silence looking at his hands he looked to the stars trying to forget the emotions running inside.

Casimer nodded his thanks. After a few minutes of silence Casimer looked over and slowly asked "Do you deal much with Alaenoria the herbalist?" He looked down a little as if into thought. His body relaxed a bit with the hint of a smile on his lips. Suddenly he shivered as if shaking off a blanket of thoughts and he again focused his gaze on vladimir. He acted as if nothing odd had just happened though his scales seemed a bit more reddish in the moonlight as if blushing.

Standing up Casimer took vladimirs hand smiling slightly. "Aye that makes two of us, but I can't let that stand. Besides they shouldn't prove to much trouble unless they prove cowards." Realeasing vladimir's hand he leaned lightly on the arch. Looking vladimir up and down "I think we've crossed paths before.. maybe when first I entered the guild perhaps?"

A small grin broke across Casimers face as he reached over to grab the mug on the counter, he twisted it between his two hands lost in thought then drank it in three slow long gulps sighing loudly and slapping the mug back on the counter. Turning toward the group of guild members still sitting at the table he nodded slightly in farewell and exited the tavern.

The sun was low on the horizon but still bright enough to light the streets around the tavern, Casimer closed his eyes and faced the sun letting the little heat from the setting sun touch his face. Opening his eyes he looked around at the small courtyard like area for guests to enjoy bread and mead outside in the daylight hours. To small for a fight he thought. Looking beyond that there was a mid sized fight ring a bit old from disuse but it would suffice with a solid dirt floor and sturdy stone arches encircling it, the ring would satisfy all the needs of the duel to come so he walked over and sat nearest the tavern against one of the arches and closed his eyes, relaxing his muscles and calmed his mind readying himself. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a folded piece of paper opened it up and stared steely eyed at it. Folding it up and stuffing it back in his pocket he waited patiently.

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20-2 : 9 - 2, total 7[/blockquote]

Casimer watched as the man and his friends walked out of the tavern. Reaching down he lifted his sword free of the timbers and resheathed it carefully so as to not hit anyone by accident. Walking to the counter he put a few gold coins out and asked calmly with no sign of his earlier rage. "Tender will this be enough for repairs to the floor?"

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+5 : 7 + 5, total 12[/blockquote]

By the time the man had finished his words Casimer had had enough standing up to his full high his eyes blazed with anger, his scales lifted as his muscles tightened. He walked closer to the man till he was barely an inch from the mans face. "The guild doesnt need to stoop so low as to steal money our contracts tend to speak for themselves. And as for your inability to pay for decent wares.. well you are in control of your own coin. And if you ever disrespect  Alaenoria or my comrades honor behind their backs you will have me to deal with." Casimer then reached back and with agonizing slowness drew his sword letting it rasp out with a low metal on metal scraping sound until it was free of the sheath, then tilted it point down and simply dropped it to the floor. Rather than hitting the floor and falling over like any normal sword probably would have his sword weighed so much that it hit the wooden floor timbers and kept going cracking and diging its way half a foot into the floor with a loud crunch. Still staring at the man he said as smooth as death itself "unless you care to take this up outside."