[Day 5 LA]An old friend[Closed]

[Theomore Tullison]

Having collected his winnings and gotten himself out of his armor, Theomore makes his way to the stands to watch the final matches of the day, might be he'll learn something of value about his next opponent? Climbing the steps he sees a familiar face, one he had known for a long time, belonging to a man he had been meaning to share words with.

"
For a dead boy, ser Fendrel."
Theomore greets with a variation of a fifteen year old joke. "
You do seem to be in rather good shape."