A blonde man wearing a deep red hanfu sits on the steps of Dagsion’s Grand Arena. He eyes the reader, giving them half a smile as he tinkers with some sort of amulet wrapped in a coil of wire.

“Going to watch the games?” He asked with a smile, “Or do you have some kinda death wish?”

The smith is up early. He’s rented one of the stalls in Dagsion, and the forge is already burning bright. Might as well use the Heroic Games to make some coin.

Who else is up this early?