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"They run a club, a fight club. It's legal over here, even if it's frowned on. Big money for people who come and win. Thing is, none of that money ever goes to the winner. It's a recruitment ground for their own personal army. The `winners` get taken to meet Jax for their prize money – and then bam. Suddenly, they're loyal soldiers. Crownsmen, they call them. Pah."

"They're thralls?"

"Slaves. And they have no idea."

Jaune clenched his hands tight. "Maybe you should show me this place."

"No use. They know your face and name, or I'd have suggested you go in and win, see it for yourself. The second you enter it'll be a legitimate club. You'll win, they'll cheer, hand you the money and let you go on your merry way."

Damn. If he had more time, he'd love to call Roman and ask for Neo's help, but then she was in Beacon now. Maybe Adam would have been up to come down and compete. He couldn't risk Raven given the fact she was a maiden, and there was no way he could get in on a disguise.