"You sound very sure of yourself." The voice that came from behind Damek was deceivingly soft. He turned his head just enough to see the dark elf that had been fighting in the arena striding towards him and Grothar.
"Master Grothar. May I suggest a feat of strength?"
Damek's body tightened a little at the statement. Even though it sounded simple enough, he knew that nothing was as easy as it seemed in the underdark.
"I am listening boy."
"Let him prove himself against Charuizidaielay."
"Old Char?" Grothar smiled wickedly. "What do ye say freak? Fight Old Char?"
Despite his best efforts, Damek's fists tightened into fists at the word freak. His emerald eyes flashed briefly as his anger surged to the surface. It took a couple seconds, during which Damek's emerald gaze was locked with that of the druegar's. "If it will get me to the surface, then yes, I will do it." His fists were still clenched, as he spoke.