to the Arena!
A rowdy crowd hangs out at the massive front doors of the circular building. They seem to recognize you from before, and some even cheer you onward.
The small door to your left leads to a steep flight of stairs ending in a stone room. It may be slightly damp, but it almost feels like home. Its walls and floor may be covered in grime, and blood, and sweat (sweat, eeew), everyone’s yelling, and your turn to fight is in five minutes, but you can’t help but notice how you like it here. Why else would you still come back here? Certainly not the pay….
A booming voice calls your name, and you step through a wooden door. The sand is gold and red, and you don’t think that the red comes from the high content of iron in the rocks.