It was well past dark by the time that everyone had gotten their turn through the arena floor, but the enthusiasm hadn’t dampened even a little bit.
Not even when they saw staff putting up the pricing sheets at the registration desk.
It wasn’t cheap to get a fight, but far less expensive than entering a dungeon. The only part that put a damper on their enthusiasm were the operating hours, which Azov insisted on, to comply with city rules.
They had to restrict the noise from two until six in the morning. But, as most of their shops appealed to both nightlife and vampires, Karl had agreed to put a sound dampening spell on the property.
The fights would run all day and night, but the shops on the lower levels would be open various hours, depending on what they served.
The café and ice cream shop were open all day and night, while the fine dining was only open from four in the evening until two in the morning. They already had applicants for the vendor stalls on the lower concourse, mostly from small Guild Alliances who couldn’t afford a full-sized shop.
They had an Alliance Shop with outside access, so Karl had only saved a few of the stands for their own people, and they had planned to let the rest fill naturally.
By morning, the whole sector of the outskirts was abuzz about the "Nara Group Combat Market".
That was not the official name. Tian and Geralt had put "Darklight Arena" above the entrance. But the name seemed to have stuck.
Karl went back at eight in the morning, to make sure that the arena was ready for their first open day.
The vendors would be coming at ten, so they had two hours to set up before the arena opened, and the food deliveries were already finished by the time that he got there.
A quick mental scan said that none of the Green Dragon Clerics had gone home. They were all near the break room, sleeping on cots.
There were private sleeping rooms accessible from the break rooms, Opal had insisted that they were necessary for long shifts and hot days. A bit of rest when you weren’t feeling well, and you could finish a shift.
But they also let the clerics stay overnight when they didn’t want to go all the way back to their temple or the Alliance house, as their work contract entitled them to worker housing with the Darklight Host.
"Oh, the big boss is here. Good morning. Would you like a cookie?" A small woman asked as Karl watched for vendors at the gate.
"Certainly. Everyone likes cookies. Who might you be?" He replied.
"I am Summer, I have stall 128 rented for the week."
Karl smiled. "Ah, a nature Cleric, then? Welcome. 128 is on the far side of the arena, near the pizza shop. The number is on the table and the roof."
The girl swept back her hair revealing pointed Elven ears, and nodded. "Yep. A follower of the Nature Goddess, but not the Green Dragon. Thanks for the directions, I will see you soon!"
With everyone having an inventory, not many had to bring in large boxes of stuff for their shops. A few still did, but the building had been well-designed for deliveries of all sorts, as well as accessibility by species that didn’t agree with stairs.
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