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[Varthakh]

40th Ymiden 717

It was early in the morning, Fridgar had woke up in the house of buggery, kissed his beloved and put on his loin cloth before grabbing his axe and heading out the door. Now was the time to go and get some breakfast. His mutations prevented him from eating anything besides meat and Fridgar liked it fresh. His next meal, he would hunt down himself. Perhaps a Stekir? Some beast from the nearby wilds would be fine.

It was a beautiful trial, the sun was shining and casting the defined shadows of the walls across the city of Uthaldria as it rose. A gently breeze pushed by the Lothar as he leaned against the wall of the broad gate, admiring the beautify of Gauthrel. The distant screech of a dying animal could be heard, likely killed by a larger predator in the woods. Fridgar took a deep inhale before sighing. All was well in the world. Fridgar had no worries, except for the path he'd chosen; the Kriger didn't seem to suit him much.

He sighed, releasing the fresh air he'd inhaled. Despite having only been in the main city for five trials, they were set up quite well. They would stay here, he was sure. The Lothar belonged in Gauthrel, the rest of the world was too weak for him, like a boulder making its way through a land of paper. At last, he was back in the plains, the mountains and the forests. He had a good feeling about this place, the locals were friendly too. Speaking of Locals, Fridgar spied a couple of Lotharro heading his way now.

The Lothar would smile warmly as they approached, only to shift his expression to more of a scowl as he accidentally made eye contact with the larger of the two. He held, watching as the man approached without breaking eye contact. The other Lothar held his blue eyes against Fridgar's, both knew what was coming. Fridgar left his axe behind and walked aggressively, full of power as he approached the other Lothar. The other guy let go of the man's hand and met Fridgar's approach, even if he was shorter.

Fridgar wasn't about to hold back because he was shorter, oh no. This Lothar needed to be taught a lesson; Fridgar was the undisputed Alpha here, now. He wasn't about to be punked about by some wannabe. Fridgar snarled, slamming his fist into his chest; a threat. He then ran the last few paces at the other Lothar before clashing violently. The other Lothar, the one that wasn't fighting Fridgar, looked timid, afraid, but cheered on his Havendal all the same.

Anyone that came through the front gates of Uthaldria would be met with a vicious brawl right before their eyes where punches, kicks and headbutts alike were exchanged like free nel.

[Kayleigh]

"Whew, my o' my." The caravan driver murmured as the older woman batted a poorly made fan from parchment. "Uthaldria is always so warm around this time of year."

"It certainly feels that way." Kayleigh agreed as she walked alongside the caravan with a hand on the ox, she'd somehow managed to make quite the friend along the way. Well two if you counted the Uphrisca, but Kayleigh still hadn't quite figured her out so much. The woman seemed old from the wrinkles on her face but somehow, the elderly spirit within her seemed vibrant and spry. Almost adventurist in their journey through the West. "So this is where Uthaldria is."

"Indeed," Uphrisca queued in as they were upon the towering gates, "Uthaldria's as sprite as always. You'll see for yourself here soon." As she suggested this Kayleigh used the cuff of her glove to wipe off the sweat, she'd dressed rather lightly to accommodate for the weather. Her blouse and breeches allowed for her skin to breathe when she felt the breeze, and when they arrived to enter the city she sighed in relief of their journey. They made it. Now she could rest a while and hopefully find a place to cool off, admittedly she wanted to search for Higan right away as well.

However... There appeared to be two larger men fighting one another, violently, within the middle of the street they'd walked. At first Kayleigh seemed surprised with how lively everybody acted towards the scene, but when she looked at Uphresca then Kayleigh paused. The older woman only seemed to laugh as she watched with everyone else, thus Kayleigh remained next to the ox with eyes on the two men. "A usual sort of thing I take it."

"The Lotharro are simple folk yung'n, scuffles like this are always an occurrence here." Uphresca explained with her arms crossed.

"Right..." Kayleigh muttered when she looked back to the two. Both of these fighting Lotharro looked pretty large honestly, she began to wonder if there had been any 'actual' reason for fighting one another. Had there been a poor exchange in words? Did one brush the other in arrogance perhaps? She stuck by her friendly ox as the animal groaned in his place, likely ready to be rid of the hefty cargo he'd been hauling up this way. If Higan had made it up to this place then... well Kayleigh hoped by the Seven that he were safely so.

[Varthakh]

The two Lothar continued their fight, taking one another to the ground, even. Fridgar aimed for the ribs slamming his fist into the bone cage of the man. It didn't stop the Lothar one bit, who instead rolled atop Fridgar and began to repeatedly punch him in the face. The giant reeled with each punch, recoiling from blow after blow. The naked Lothar then roared and kicked hard into the chest of the Lothar above him, sending the mass of muscle and bone hurling through the air.

Inevitably, of course, the Lothar would be flung into the newly arrived travellers cart, breaking part of it and snapping one of the wheels from the axle. regardless of the cries of shock or fear from the woman who owned the cart, Fridgar would leap to his feet and bull rush the other Lothar, taking him off the ground and slamming him back into the crippled cart, punching fist after fist into his gut, breaking the cart a little more with every thrust of his large fist. The Lothar he pinned soon fought back, throwing himself against Fridgar and punching at his sides. Fridgar gripped his head and threw him back against the cart.

More punches flew, slamming Fridgar in his pectoral while Fridgar lifted his head by the hair, growling and snarling. He then threw his fist hard into the Lothar's face and sent him into the cart with a bloodied lip. By now, lots of Lothar had gathered, cheering on for the fight while the Kindal of the losing Lothar raved, losing their shit. Soon enough, the Kriger were drawn to the scuffle. Large men adorned in black plate and chain armour removed Fridgar from the other Lothar while others held the other Lothar still. No matter, they still tried for each other’s throats, pulling hard against the Lotharen adorned in Terrendyte, no matter their injuries. They had a score to settle, an alpha to declare.

they continued like dogs on leashes for a good bit before falling limp in the restraints. The two would start chuckling lightly before building into an uproar of hearty laughter. Many of the Lothar gathered also began laughing with them while the others continued to cheer "Gratun sod fenra gor!" Fridgar exclaimed in a language foreign to the girl who stood at the side lines. The other Lothar bellowed a remark before replying "Ha! Sudren nai fel ragin frod!" followed by more laughter.

The four Kriger holding the pair looked at each other before nodding at releasing the two Lothar then later dispersed. Fridgar would brush himself off and looked down to the other Lothar, grinning. The two then gripped each other by the forearm firmly and shook. It was a good fight, a nice start to the trial. Fridgar then released the other Lothar and straightened his posture and looked about to the crowd as they quieted down and dispersed, losing interest in the fight that no longer existed. As the crowd went about their business, Fridgar closed his eyes and reached out his thoughts to his immortals; Thank you Ilaren, for the skill to defeat my brawling partner, and thank you Thetros for the passion and strength that fuelled my punches.

As he looked about the area, he spied something strange. A human female? What the fuck? He looked to her confused. She'd been travelling for some time, her clothes and belongings said that much. She wasn't even born in Uthaldria? What the fuck was she doing here? He assumed the common tongue as he looked between the two travellers "Hi," Fridgar exhaled, still perplexed. "Welcome to Uthaldria, ladies," he greeted with sarcasm. He then realised the state on the older woman's cart, eyes wide with recognition. "I can pay for that," Fridgar offered, looking to his... loin cloth... with no pockets... or nel.

Well, shit. "Uhh..." Fridgar thought out loud, rubbing the back of his head. "How much was it?" Fridgar asked, starting to sweat. Fuck, he was broke anyway, just spent all his nel on a house with Alistair. How could he afford a cart as well? He looked to his axe, laying against the wall. No, his axe was worth way more than a cart. But maybe he could... "I know!" Fridgar snapped his fingers before pointing to the owner of the broken cart. "I'll go and find you an expensive fauna and bring it back to you, alive or dead. Whatever you want, that should cover the cost of whatever you paid for this cart. Sound fair?" Fridgar offered with a bright smile. He had no money, had no intention to earn that money either. What he could do was break things, how hard could it be to capture one?

[Kayleigh]

While the madness ensued between the two disputing Lotharro and everyone else joined in, Kayleigh couldn't help but shield her eyes a couple of times. Rharne had its typical bouts of brawls here and there, but this certainly exceeded the intensity of that. The way these men hounded and scuffled with each other, it was almost like they were pure barbarians intent for blood. Briefly when she uncovered her eyes to peer through the cracks of her fingers, she'd been graced with enough time to see and even avoid the towering heap launched towards the cart. Bang. Crash. Immediately the wooden bearings of the wheel split apart and broke from the weight, and sure enough the poor Ox strapped to the cart became agitated.

Yet Kayleigh could do nothing but watch. They were literally at each other's throats with no mercy, and the brutish fight between them ensued further until others intervened. "Ooooo, confound it all!" Uphrisca swore heavily as her amusement quickly turned into a scowl, the damages to her caravan no doubt a serious offense on behalf of her arrival. Kayleigh could only mutter "By the Seven," as she stood close to the older woman, as the fight finally seemed to stop and the two parties exchanged words. Foreign words. Some kind of dialect Kayleigh had never heard before, even then that didn't change the fact they were suddenly... co-sure? Everything was fine now? Just a few trills ago they wanted to tear each other apart!

"Boys!" She whispered with a sigh as her eyes rolled for a moment, her attention shifted from Uphrisca to her ox next. While the old woman assessed the damages to her cart, Kayleigh approached the unnerved animal and shushed it for a bit. When she finally came close enough to be able to touch it, she rested her head against his neck and rubbed alongside it calmly. The ox slowly but surely became calm when she did this, and over Kayleigh's shoulder she could hear quiet swears over the amount of damages she'd have to pay for. It was then the lingering Lotharro that fought greeted the to of them, a welcome granted to them on the Common tongue for both to hear. When she looked at him and realized that he, in fact, only wore a loin cloth... her cheeks suddenly became red.

That's a fashion statement around here?! She turned once more to face the ox and pet him on the head, while Uphresca had been the first to greet him instead. "Fair greetings Lotharro," The elderly woman reciprocated their langauge loosely, "I see the there's still never a dull moment in the city of Uthaldria." Finally Kayleigh turned around after she cleared her throat, her eyes first on Uphrisca and then on the giant's upper half of the body. She managed to hide away the blush that developed earlier, but still had a bit of a pinkish tone within her face.

"Greetings."

Uphrisca must've noticed Kay's reaction because she got a good laugh, her eyes then solely bore into the Lotharro as he mentioned paying for the damages. "Yes about that. I'm not unaccustomed to the habits of your kin, but I definitely appreciate a bit of compensation for the damage." When he seemed to feel for nonexistent pockets he then seemed to fall back to another method of payment, the suggestion of hunting something for her brought much mirth out of the older woman. "Well then, I suppose it can't be helped. If I recall..." She rubbed underneath her chin in thought, a glance shot to Kayleigh as if she were considering something. "The claws of a Feron fetch a good bargain these days, if you feel up to it you can hunt one down for me?"

"What's a Feron?" Kayleigh finally chimed in to the conversation, though she more or less asked Uphrisca before the Lotharro.

"Nasty creatures my dear, rest assured he'll have his work cut out for him." The elder woman turned to her next. "Which is why I have to ask... I know we've just arrived, but could you go with him and see his hunt proceeds accordingly? You'd be doin' me a favor if y' did."

"Me?!" Kayleigh pointed to herself in question, she then gave a sour look to the Lotharro. "Go with him?"

"It'd only be for supervision I'm sure, this man looks more than capable of hunting such a creature." Uphrisca crossed her arms with a smirk.

"Well..." She turned to finally address the Lotharro. "I guess there's no harm in it." After she agreed she approached him with a hand held out, her expression one of little amusement as she waited for a shake. "Kayleigh." She added somewhat sheepishly, unsure how to react to the towering hunk of flesh. The fact he was one piece of cloth shy from... pure nudity, proved quite a game changer for Kayleigh.

[Varthakh]

Fridgar couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the woman who apparently spoke Haltunga. The only other human that spoke the language was Alistair, or so he knew. But she sounded... almost natural? Nah, not really. But she wasn't bad by any means. Fridgar simply nodded with respect in return, apology and remorse written across his face. "Never, I don't even remember why we started fighting, honestly!" The Lothar laughed a little, looking behind him as one large paw ran through his thick brown hair.

When the girl looked away, Fridgar's mismatched eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the movement. Why was she hiding? Was she scared he was gonna fight her too? "I don't bite, girl," Fridgar spoke aloud with both palms held out. He needed to show that she wasn't in any danger, so attempted a more open body language. The older woman was much braver, laughing at the girl and all. She soon went back to petting the ox and Fridgar nodded. Even if she didn't feel safe, she wasn't in any danger.

As for compensation... well. "Compensation I can do, but these paws aren't good for much more than fighting," Fridgar explained with a solemn nod, clashing his hands together. He needed to take responsibility for his actions, but he didn't have the nel. The next best thing he could offer were some expensive beast parts. The woman was kind enough to set him a target and all. "A Feron? Up to it?" he asked with a scoff, playfully feigning insult. "When I said these paws aren't good at much but fighting, did I mention that they're really good at fighting?" he flashed her a cocky smile.

"If a Feron is what you want, a Feron is what you'll get," Fridgar agreed, turning over his interlocked fingers and pressing into the strain, popping the digits at the joint. At least now he didn't have to wash dishes or babysit or anything dumb to get his method of payment, instead it was something he could do. Fridgar had only heard of Feron, they were big, nasty, and half magical. They also had some sort of colour changing ability? They could go invisible, nearly completely. Their claws were also quite valuable.

Only, it was revealed that he would be babysitting no matter what he chose. The shy woman was assigned to walk with him and oversee his hunt? She didn't look like a hunter, maybe the older woman just didn't trust his claim to strength? Or trust him? Even so, what good would sending a girl do? Fridgar sighed, nodding as he looked about the place in contemplation. Finally, his eyes turned to the girl but failed to meet her own. The woman held out her palm, introducing herself as 'Kayleigh'. Fridgar's eyes looked her up and down; she didn't look like much, admittedly. How did they survive the journey here? They must have had some sort of hidden strength about them.

Fridgar stepped up closer, looking down at the woman from a notable angle in his neck. It had been a long time since someone gave him a simple handshake in greeting. Instead of taking her hand, his paw reached up her forearm and gripped tight around her elbow with plenty of space left in his massive grasp. His own massive forearm was positioned next to her palm to grip if she accepted this brotherly handshake. "Fridgar," he spoke, again failing to meet her eyes. Once he released, whether she'd returned the handshake or not, Fridgar would nod to the older woman. "We'll be back before sundown, in one piece too."

With his reassurance spoken, Fridgar looked to the main gate and motioned for Kayleigh to follow him. He then walked back to his broad axe against the main wall of the city and collected the six-foot-tall axe, likely standing taller than the girl he'd been assigned to look after. "Cover your ears," he warned before shutting his eyes and raising a closed fist in front of him. As he opened his fist into a palm with spread fingers, a fiery tear would rip through reality crackling and thundering intensely, ripping across the city in a massive echo.

Fridgar then collected a stick and put it part-way through the portal before withdrawing it. Not all the stick came back through, the portal was unstable. "Don't touch that," he closed it and re-opened the portal, focusing more the second time around. He tested the stick again, only for all of it to come back through. Satisfied, the Lothar smiled. He then reached his arm into the portal and felt about for a trill before collecting his bag with his paw and pulling it back through the portal before closing it. In it were all his totems and some medical supplies... just in case.

"Alright, I'm ready. Have you ever hunted a..?" he contemplated the sort of monsters the girl would have fought in the past before shaking his head. "Have you ever hunted anything before?" he offered an uncomfortable smile. "Oh shit, I forgot you humans don't like magic." he suddenly recognised with a startled expression. "Well if you're a magic hater then Gauthrel's not the place for you, I'm not sorry," Fridgar shook his head. He wasn't about to be judged by some new human on the street if she had a problem with magic, she could shove it where someone cared.

If she continued with him, Fridgar would look to her with concern, confusion. "What are you doing in Gauthrel, anyway?" he asked as they left the main gates and proceeded into the plains.

[Kayleigh]

To say that Kayleigh was aggravated started to become an understatement, though one not as apparent as she made it out to be. This 'brute' of a giant definitely had a cocky confidence about him that didn't really impress her, even so Uphrisca seemed steady on the discussion all the same. The Lotharro not only seemed proud of being a fan of punching, but a right voracious zealot in the ways of it as well. Kayleigh could only cross her arms with a slight frown in her silence, unsure of the idea that she should actually accompany him at the moment.

It wasn't that the big guy drove her nuts... although he seemed to have that effect on her. More or less she just believed cocky attitudes like that were dangerous, and would be their downfall if it went too deep in the Lotharro's head. Nevertheless Uphrisca seemed pleased that he accepted the task, even sure to imply a time which they'd return as well. "Sounds like a plan. Oh!" Uphrisca's eyes popped when she looked at Kayleigh, something that suggested surprised in the elderly woman's expression. "M' dear Kayleigh, it just dawned on me that you've not carried a weapon at all! I can't guarantee your safety while y' traverse the fields with this man, thus I'll lend you a weapon from my cart you can use."

"I... need a weapon?" Kayleigh's face paled a little as she watched Uphrisca shuffle her way to the back of the cart. "I suppose I do." She came to realize since she'd be somewhat alone, even if she'd partied with this Fridgar she'd just met. Kayleigh then took the weapon presented to her when Uphrisca approached with it in hands. A One-handed mid-sized sword sheathed in a scabbard, with a belt attached to strap it on her body somewhere. "Okay. How much Uphrisca?"

The elderly woman brought her hands up with a couple waves toward Kayleigh. "Oh no dear! When I said lent I'd meant-"

"I know," Kayleigh intervened, "But if I'm gonna wander around Uthaldria then I should have my own weapon. No? Besides you can consider me your first actual customer in Uthaldria this season."

"Well then." Uphrisca's tone changed quickly as a wrinkled bony finger wrapped at her chin. "Since you're so insistent, twenty gold pieces is about the right price."

"Done." Kayleigh agreed as she fished out the coin pouch from her travel bag, at that point she had paid little mind to Fridgar until... "Seven preserve us!" She jumped out of her skin as her ears felt split by the roar of thunder, when her eyes fell upon the portal Fridgar made her jaw dropped fast. "No way." Magic had been a rarity where she came from, and even though she knew it existed, being in the presence of it truly baffled her entirely.

"Seems the young man has capabilities after all, just remember dear t' use that sword well. First lesson; stick them with the pointy end." Uphrisca implied with a poke at Kayleigh's shoulder, the bard chuckled a little nervously in response of course.

"I'm not against magic like most would be." She finally responded to Fridgar as she followed along. "It's just one of the things I'm not used to." As she walked somewhat beside him she strapped the sword over her shoulder, her pack and instrument left at the caravan wagon; as she knew she could trust Uphrisca to safeguard her things while out 'hunting.' "In regards to your first question; I've never really hunted before, though I'm not entirely unfamiliar with what it requires." She implied with a bit of a shrug while her eyes roamed elsewhere, while she knew of hunting well enough, it didn't serve well to say she knew how to as that would've been a fabricated lie.

"I came here with Uphrisca hoping to find somebody, but it seems that'll have to wait a bit. I'm not sure what this hunt requires of me, but I'll... try not to get in the way honestly." Kayleigh could at least promise that in her attempt to go along, she did after all have no experience in the ways of combat like she probably should've.

[Varthakh]

Strangely, the girl seemed surprised to hear that she would need a weapon. What? Did she think this was Rynmere? Then again, she probably wasn't attacked on her way here, which was a miracle and a half. Or was it a curse? Fridgar had yet to decide. She seemed friendly enough if not for a little shy. Friendly was good, Fridgar had no tolerance for those short of respect. He didn't pick up on her sudden distaste for him, the Lothar was observant like that.

Regardless, she purchased a simple sword from the older woman for twenty gold nel. It wasn't much for defence, but it would get her a lot further than her fists would. Once he was ready, they set off. The girl was delayed replying to him, which was fine. He wasn't particularly good at paying attention, either. The woman wasn't against magic, or so she said. "That's good, you'll be seeing a bit more of it here, mages don't hide in Uthaldria," he expressed with bitterness. His eyes looked to the distance as his mind explored elsewhere; Warrick, constantly hiding his talents and trying to blend in, only to break loose in Andaris.

"Well, you don't have to worry about hunting. I can track down the Feron, just as long as you know how to use that thing," his head motioned vaguely in her direction, though toward her upper half. "If not, you're gonna get plenty of practice fighting the it!" He grinned. It wasn't necessarily true, the Feron was a... What? High level danger monster? Easy for Fridgar, Kayleigh wasn't really in danger. Though, having her believe that she was would help with her survival instincts... probably.

"Looking for someone? You mean like a bounty? Are you a bounty hunter?" Fridgar asked with excitement, grinning joyously. Maybe she'd come for his bounty? Unlikely if she didn't recognise his name. "Uhh, I guess you're just meant to make sure I do the job? I don't think your mother trusts me much," he spoke in regards to the older woman she'd travelled with. "Of course, help is appreciated. This is a dangerous beast, kills plenty of trained monster hunters every arc," he warned. This would not be easy.

"As for finding that person, I wish you luck." Fridgar nodded in affirmation, turning his eyes forward as they made their way across the fields.

[Kayleigh]

She couldn't help but stiffen up a little as she imagined the worse of the wilderness, if Fridgar meant what he said then Kayleigh certainly had to learn fast. There's a fine line in joining him just to make sure the hunt fared well, but she wasn't apt to just sit by and be helpless the entire time. Particularly when it didn't serve in her own best interest, thus she swallowed hard and mentally pushed out the drop in her stomach. I can't be reckless, I have to make sure I'm careful. Observant. That was how she would learn anything from this, making sure that she paid attention to... him. She nearly scoffed at the idea but it was true, her best inspiration right now literally guided her back out the gates.

"No, not a bounty. Just... somebody important to me." She clarified after her brief hesitation, finally she mustered the capacity to watch Fridgar closely. It wasn't really him she watched, just the way he carried himself really. Kayleigh didn't want to make it obvious of course, but she'd studied him as they walked to better wrap her mind around him. The way he walked and talked, the posture and style his frame held; he was literally a living embodiment of physical raw power. Yet if he could use magic... then that meant there had to be more, more than just pure muscle towering her. If this hunt shouldn't be so dangerous for him after all, then maybe (just maybe) he actually had a good head on his shoulders.

"I'm more like a bard or minstrel really, an aspiring one to say the least. But for now I search on, for the person I seek." Kayleigh honestly didn't feel quite sure if she should just lay everything on him, perhaps when this was over and done with she'd ask. There wasn't any harm in it after all, since Fridgar seemed well acquainted with Uthaldria. She couldn't help but laugh when Fridgar called Uphrisca her mother, an amusing thought she kept within as she allowed herself a retort. "You think her my mother? Well I suppose it's better than other alternatives." Her lips curved further as her giggles briefly continued. "Uphrisca's not my mother though, she's just a very kind woman who allowed me to accompany her."

"As for the hunt," Kayleigh allowed herself to get serious once more, "I'll do what I can. As I said I'll avoid getting in your way, since I'm not well acquainted with a weapon..." At the remark of having luck in her search, Kayleigh looked up to the man for a moment. Her eyes sincere as she tried to gauge whether or not he put meaning into that, it proved difficult to tell but somehow... she actually believed it to be so. "Thank you." She murmured in response as they continued to walk, she had to admit for a brutish smelly giant he seemed genuine. As they walked she'd slowly became more well acquainted to his pace, her own body somewhat straightened and relaxed as if to mime him; just in it's own feminine way.

[Alistair]

Kayleigh

Knowledge
Animal Husbandry: Soothing Aggravated Oxen
Discipline: Controlling One's Self Around Semi-Naked Others
Negotiation: Conducting Business When It's Necessary
Blades (One-Handed): The Weight of a One-Handed Sword
Blades (One-Handed): Stick With the Pointy End

Generic
Personal: Arrival With Uthaldria
Location: Uthaldria
Uthaldria: Never a Dull Moment
Lotharro: Driven and Wild
Fridgar: The Semi-Naked Lotharro
Fridgar: Loves Using His Fists

Loot: +1 Longsword, -20 gn
Injuries: N/A
Fame: N/A
Devotion: N/A

Points: 15

Fridgar

Knowledge
Rupturing: Checking that the portal is stable
Rupturing: Compression portals can be used to retrieve belongings
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Kayleigh: A human woman, new to Gauthrel
Kayleigh: Shy
Kayleigh: Quiet
Kayleigh: Agreed to hunt with you
Kayleigh: Wields a sword?

Loot: N/A
Injuries: Minor bruising for 3 trials
Fame: Victory in single combat (very publicly) +4, Good deed (covering cost of damages) +1
Devotion: Ilaren: Winning a brawl +3, Praying +1. Thetros: Engage in an act of passion +2, Praying +1

Points: 15 - These points may be used for magic.

Comments: Fridgar, victory in single combat is +4, not +5... scrub. If you have any questions, comments or concerns, please let me know.