Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-26912075-20180826001644/@comment-27358240-20180826024144

"Shhh... Wait here."

A man dressed in a bizarre coat of armor, seemingly made of bone, walks in, with a war club and a knife in his belt and a bow and a quiver strapped to his back. He takes out a leather sack, searches in it for a few moments, and takes out a few coins and bills from the sack, ammounting to a little more than the entry fee.

"I wish to enter the race. My name is Adlartok, but white men call me "Clear Sky"."