The Baron spoke loudly carrying his voice all over this back office located within the AGL Coliseum. The room had at the center of attention a long wooden table. On each end stood the AGL's next main event, Maxx the Champion and Queylin the #2 Contender to the Championship.

Maxx was a 7 foot tall pure black furred Yinn and was the AGL's first and (so far) only champion. His armor matched his fur in color and it was easy to see why this assassin consistently caught his opponents off guard. He had defended his title two times in seemingly easy victories and had always spared his opponents, even the Nordmarian of which he hated. Some would say it was a sign of weakness, Maxx would tell you he got more pleasure sending the Nordmarian home ashamed and defeated opponent. Maxx was a proud Yinn and had served as a good champion. He had earned respect and admiration from the AGL fans, but his pride and especially his free spirited mouth had brought him many enemies.

Queylin, a mountain dwarf, stood 5 and feet tall and was thicker around than the Yinn. His kinky long dark blonde hair laid behind his metal helmet while two dwarven females stroked it with their fingers. A large cup full of dwarven spirits sat before him as well as two bottles, one half empty. Queylin led the Wargar clan which was considered the mightiest of the Thaxanos kingdom. He sat behind this table taking large drinks from his spirits. For a man whom faced potential death only one day from now, his mood seemed extremely light.

"Tomorrow night here in Althainia, Ah have signed ah championship match between Thane Queylin and tha Champion Maxx. We'll have several matches before including a 3 on 1 pit dragon match and these events will bae concluded by tha fight for the championship as its main event. One man will either die or belong ta mae. One will be tha champion of the AGL. Now if there are any questions?" Randorf was excited. There was something about this match that animated his mood some.

A brown goblin raised his arm as many others in the room wished he would reconsider due to the smell that leaked from its arm pits.

"Yes, you there from Shalonesti? What is your question?" Randorf had pointed out a representative from the royal order of scribe from the Shalonesti kingdom.

"Pardon baron, but I had not raised my hand yet." The elf responded.

"So, surely yae have a damned question!" Randorf responded.

"My apologies baron, but if it would please the room and I believe it will, I would like to defer my question the goblin in the center, as long as he lowers his arm." The elf responded with a less than pleasant look upon his face.

Randorf rolled his eyes and nodded. "Very well, you the goblin, lower yur arm and ask yur question before someone passes out!"

"Uhh. Who do you? Uhh. Wunt ta win mister baron?" The goblin asked with a look a great pride for his most intelligent question.

"If I had to predict a winner based off what I have seen, I would say that Maxx is the slight favorite." Randorf responded. Queylin spit out the spirits that was half way down his throat, coughing a bit and looking at Randorf with annoyance. "But if I had to choose tha winner, I say its about time thute Dwarves took the championship and showed tha world how mighty wae truly are."

"Way to stay unbiased, Baron." Maxx grumbled. "But it doesn't matter who Randorf wants to win. All that matters is WHO wins. And I do not intend to start losing to some mountain grown inbreeding dwarf anytime soon."

Queylin and Randorf both glared at Maxx. "And juss why is it yon think yur so tough, there dog-face? Ah have eaten dogs bigger thune yae!" Queyling laughed loud and heartedly after he spoke.

"And I bet you have slept with sheep even bigger than me too, you inbred uneducated pig molester." Maxx returned.

Queylin smirked and responded. "RuffruffRUFF RUFF RUFF RUFF RUFF RUFF!!" followed by more laughter.

Maxx stood up and withdrew his blades. "Your words WILL be the death of you, you midget cousin loving drunkard."

"Yae, well yur mother wasn't mae cousin" Queylin said and he stood.

"Your mother was a gully dwarf." Maxx said as he stepped towards Queylin.

"Men! Gladiators! Save it for tomorrow night!" The Baron interrupted. "No point is shedding blood fur free."

Both men returned to their chairs. Now the mood was volatile. The elven reported raised his arm and Randorf acknowledged him.

"Maxx, why do you think you can beat Queylin. Everyone knows that the battlerager style is one of the most feared in the land."

"If you would do your research you would know that I have fought the battlerager Golin in the Arena. Despite his best efforts, I defeated him just as I will this drunkard." Maxx responded.

Queylin withdrew two weapons, one axe and one dagger. Both were lit on fire as though the fire were bound to the weapons. "Yeah dog-face, you did beat Golin. But he didn't have weapons such as these. Say hello to my little friends, this bae Juxx and Kxixep and they bae looking forward ta making yur acquaintance."

Maxx's expression changed instantly. His eyes grew wide and his smirk of arrogance disappeared. And even more surprisingly, he said nothing.