None, possibly D.
~39 AD
Tindrem's Arena Fatalis, south red room, note on a table.
Mortalitas
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Dear Tupor,
The first time I saw you fight in the arena, you immediately caught my eye. I leaned over to my friend who asked me who the tall and handsome one is, and she said you were brought from the outskirts of Meduli as a bandit… Is that correct?
Well, I can tell, even from afar, that you are simply misunderstood, likely pushed into the circumstances you found yourself in without much choice.
I have many suitors, my mother says it is because of my looks, but they do not see who I truly am. But I know in my heart that you and I are kindred spirits, and that you would understand me and cherish me as I want to be cherished. During your next match, I will be wearing a bright red stola parted down to my waist, and I will be waving a red fan of the same color.
Look for me Tupor, I will be there!
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