Favard paused on the stairs, convinced it was the right move but berating himself for taking it. "You made so many boasts when you went off to challenge the Autumn Tower, didn't you, idiot? Fifty floors of ferocious battles were nothing to you, even though a man able to beat a single one can pick up a captaincy in any country. So strong, so skilled, and you're taking a break after five floors."
The floor challenges justified the tower's reputation. The first was nothing much, just eight expert fighters all at once. The second floor, that one was serious; Tevarin the Hawk had won fights before. Blast Guzo not only won but rarely lost, Baugon the Spiral was enviable in his physique and his record, and then the fifth floor. Diphon Tuesday and his immaculate technique. Favard broke it, but could he really climb higher?
He slapped himself, and the mere fact that he remained conscious proved the weakness of his limbs. Nevertheless, he finished the climb and searched for the next challenge. He saw nobody, smelled nothing, and sensed no fighting spirit at all. He perceived only a sign. A riddle, then? Or some intellectual challenge? He read it.
Now HIring
Expert fighters needed to populate tower. Wait for challengers and take them on. Bonuses for higher floors.
You DO Have To Fight!! You DO NOT Have To Win!!!
After the commute Favard had in reaching the top and going back to the bottom, he understood the labor shortage.
Finis
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