Kit found Rileikoul very much to his liking. His first night there, he found himself a nice new apartment, the landlord more than willing to accept a nice collection of gold pieces in return for a suite. Kit settled in, using only a fraction of his fortune to buy clothes, food, and other... necessities.

After a week he decided the Benvolio weren't coming by any time soon and that it was safe to start exploring.

The city was fairly dark and cool, being underground, lit only by the street lamps. There were few non-drow, and Kit's natural instincts made him uncomfortable to stand out so clearly.

At first simple exploration kept Kit busy, but he quickly grew bored. Nothing to steal, no one to avoid or seek out. He was wandering the dim streets on his wits' end when he noticed a huge congregation of drow surrounding a stadium-like building. Curious, Kit slipped in.

Inside it was pitch black. It was hard for him to find his way, but finally he managed to snatch a pair of night-vision goggles from some humans and just followed the flow of the crowd.

He ended up standing around a great, circular pit. The thousands of drow began screaming as a pair of draconic creatures made their way to the center. Listening carefully, Kit made out that these were drakkin. And, apparently, they were going to fight. Then the crowd erupted to an even greater level as they began.

Kit, too, screamed and shouted as he watched. He found himself entranced with the vicious power of the beasts. Claws flashed, horns were used like battering rams, the crowd grew crazy as blod was drawn.

Finally the black creature was called off the beaten red, and the crowd roared, in anger and enthusiasm.

Kit was with them.

After that first match, Kit grew to such a level of enthusiasm as to be called 'obsessed' by some standards, although in Rileikoul it wasn't surprising. He watched match after match, and the more he saw, the more he knew that this was what he wanted to do. Train these fighters. Train them, fight them. And, fortune of fortunes, in his research, he learned that the three breeders had just begun selling hatchlings to foreigners. And there was a clutch for sale.

There were a few issues. Kit pondered for ages where he would fnd a place to keep drakkin, with their specific needs. Housing alone haunted him for days, which he spent wandering, hoping for a place to simply appear before him. Amazingly, it did. Apparently a fairly wealthy drow had been killed by a pack of rogue drakkin, leaving his estate behind. His heir was simply happy to get the small mansion off his hands, especially when offered a small fortune.

The house was of dark stone, with few windows and little light throughout. Kit's time in Rileikoul (and a little magical assistance) had adapted his eyes to the darkness. However, he still needed vision goggles in the caverns below the house. They were kept pitch black, cool, and subterranean insects scuttled about, making crunching sounds as Kit walked over them in his boots.

Kit had purchased the mansion fully furnished, so there was little settling in to do before arranging his offer to the breeders. He shoved his chosen items into his multipack, and headed for the door. He hesitated as he reached for the dull brass knob, suddenly wondering which breeder he was supposed to approach. From what he knew, the two drakkin bred belonged to a foreigner.. he decided he would just go to Dwahro, who seemed to be the leader of the three.