In the preparations area beneath the Highmaul arena, Thekk focused on the upcoming match. The air was filled with the sound of steel being sharpened. As he honed his blade, the orc’s dark eyes looked toward the arena above. A new presence entered the room, Anon. The space was decorated with banners and marks of past victories. Thekk regarded Anon with sharp focus. “Who are you?” he questioned in Orcish. In the torchlit chamber, Anon faced a choice – were they a new trainer or a fellow combatant? Thekk awaited an answer.