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duck behind the wall.
"I have come into my own," Kamahl said
absently, looking to the city beyond. The guard was
confused and unconsciously gave way as the massive
barbarian came closer. The fighter drew his attention
to the minor servant before him. "I will compete in the
tourney. Where would I find the Master of the
Games?"
The guard blinked at the bald statement but
regarding the warrior seemed uncertain how to
respond. Shouting broke out on the road behind him,
and he turned from the barbarian to the commotion.
There were several wagons backed up the causeway
leading down to the pit. Kamahl could see soldiers
gathered in a clump in front of the waiting vehicles.
"As you can see, the road is backed up due to a
wreck." The guard said, drawing a little confidence
from the sight of his fellows so far away. "The elevator
cable snapped and killed a mule." Kamahl just strode
forward, ignoring the guard's outstretched arm.



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"No profit from crazy men anyway," the soldier
muttered as he stepped away from the barbarian.
The road's decline prevented horses hauling fully
loaded wagons into the city. An elevator dropped cargo
from the staging area just inside the guardhouse to the
bottom of the depression. Once relieved of their loads,
merchants could then safely take the horses down the
slope. Traffic headed into the city rode the brakes all
the way to the flat at the bottom, using the animals
just to steer. The elevator had just broken, however,
and the snapped cable had beheaded a mule,
overturning a wagon and blocking the causeway.
Kamahl drew a dagger, holding its blade against
his arm. He used the hilt to prod people out of the way,
ignoring angry words. The decapitated beast lay
tangled in its traces, its blood pouring down the steep
roadway. Kamahl gathered a whisper of power and
wrapped it around the dagger's blade. He shoved aside
the owner and guardsmen and skimmed his blade
along the beast's side with a single stroke. Harness
leather and chains parted like air before the blade,
singing as tension released. Kamahl shoved the corpse
hard with his boot. The barbarian's physical power
became plain to the angry guardsmen. The donkey