Greed woke up, and after grooming, left his suite to return to the lounge. Time to see if there's anything worth taking today.
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A new arival appeared in a pitch-black room. After the lights when on, they shielded their eyes from the sudden change in luminosity, following the instructions given once their eyes adjusted. The new arival was a woman, possibly in her early twenties. She wore a faded-red tunic under a deep purple robes that had a pattern of overlapping crimson stripes, grey trousers, and black leather boots of which the make suggested she was from a bygone era. Around the waist, a crimson sash was tied, with a belt over that. A leather satchel was attached to the belt, hanging at the woman's left hip. She was rather pale, had shoulder-length brown hair and sky-blue eyes.
As the woman entered what would be her suite, she looked around, knowing it wasn't the living room of her home she walked in to, despite it appearing as such. At a loss for what to do now that there were no further instructions, the woman left her suite and began wandering around the arena complex.