Trid Seachurn was a tall, lean man whose eyes seemed distant. As far as Hex could tell, his tanned skin seemed to have hardened over time. His sandy brown hair stuck to his scalp like seaweed and appeared dry and messy.
He wore blue pants that ended in leathery flip flops and a buttonless shirt that he held together to the front by tying a thick rope around his middle. On his head he had a similar rope with an emblem of a sea wave in the middle of his forehead.
Trid was flanked by similarly dressed men and women – the open shirt of the women elicited cat calls from few spectators but the women walked without paying them any heed – and walked to the battle platform.
Their appearance had halted all the other battles. People scurried away when Trid walked toward the battle platform toward the center of the arena. A servant, one clad with a jacket above his servant uniform, hurried toward the platform.
"What is happening?"
Quid voiced the thought going in the head of everyone.
