A Fight to Remember

Alright, these losers are calling it a night at 8:30. Fuck that! After they settle in, I strike out after Rukyir. We gamble on cards all night, and I come out 150gp richer! I'll have to be careful not to make this a habit... I've seen how that goes.
 
The next morning, we all have errands to run.
I sell the spices from Belvadon Avor, as well as my old half-plate. Bim and Keshyk both buy spell components.
We all head into the Guild to be officially awarded Diamond status. It's a bittersweet moment, full of pride and also loss.
 
When we reunite, Keshyk tells us of night. He received news from his mountain hometown of Lluq. Rajamadri relays that the white dragon Elderfrost is subjugating everyone in the mountains, using White Cobalds and Frost Giants as servants.
He disappears for days at a time (phew), but he also demands sacrifices (yikes).
Her cost for this espionage is a promise from Keshyk: "Don't go after him until you are REALLY ready."
Keshyk relays the main thing he knows about white dragons: they aren't the smartest dragons. Definitely something to consider moving forwards. I, as I sense Bim and Beau concur, feel a sense of duty to those people. Hopefully we will soon have the forces to free them.
 
Later that day, I visit my dad Hawsk at the Saffron Bun at the docks.
I offer dad a job at our Keep. He's proud of my status in Bhailmor, but also excited at this possibility. He's been contemplating retirement and promoting Eithyr to captain. Speaking of, I give Eithyr my Fireweed Cigar to help with the ash. While dad thinks the offer over, I ask that they both come by the free-for-all and bet 500gp on me (I give them each 500gp to bet).
 
During this, the party visits Orik's castle and relay that we will accept the Keep as a reward.
 
We meet up, and head to the Coliseum. The party places bets and heads to box seating.
I head into prep.
Same as last fight, but the cheater is replaced with a scary-looking Bugbear named Muscles. The fight is tough, but I know how the Glaive fighter fights, and get up close on her while evading Hardall, who has a vendetta against me. The fighting is intense, but each fighter falls to my blade: first Glaive, then Hardall, then Muscles, all in 12 seconds of swift strokes and footwork.
I'm healed, and take my stance for the next fight. The landscape has changed: platforms have been brought out to make the combat area more interesting.
Out comes Rukyir, wielding that gnarly Scimitar, which looks longer than before.
The fight starts, and I can't get close at first. He utilizes his longbow to get some good damage in.
But when we meet in the center of the arena, I dish some serious damage.
Eventually, I whittle him down to bloodied, at which point he rages, transforming his 'lance' back into a regular scimitar for extra close-range damage.
We exchange blows until we're both concerned about being knocked unconscious. I break away, and jump up to the position he was firing his bow from earlier. I see the bow he dropped, and pick it up. I took some shots at him, wounding him a bit. He hides under the platform I'm standing on, hacking at the supports. He almost gets through, so I jump down and try to end him. He's wounded, but is able to just remain standing. With his last efforts, he slices through me, knocking me unconscious. He immediately falls over, exhausted.
As we are both revived in the medical area, he looks over and says "What a match. Couldn't have asked for better".
As I doze off, I think of a comeback: "Next time, old man. And when it comes, I won't fight with one clone tied behind my back".