The man snickered, glancing back at Fealan. Shula didn't like the vibe that was coming off the man- he knew something they didn't. Looking around she could see people shuffling, stepping out of doorways, sneering and laughing at them. They were new meat. Shula blew smoke from her nose, the acrid scent comforting her as people looked at her curiously. The woman never quite got used to the ogles and stares of others but it was a familiar sensation for her, one she often handled by looking as intimidating as possible. If they wanted something to look at she'd certainly make it worth their while to look.<br/><br/>She snapped her head up as the man spoke again, letting out a small chuckle. "And well...home? This is your home now."<br/><br/>Shula stopped short, a block like wet cement settling in her stomach. She reached forward, grabbing the bartenders shirt collar and pushing him against the wall. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" She demanded, her teeth glinting in the light of flickering bulbs encased in steel wires.<br/><br/>"Woah, woah- watch the claws! You took the damn drink on your own!" He said, holding his hands up.<br/><br/>"What was in it?" The dragon demanded, her immediate thought thinking it was some kind of poison. She should have suspected<i>something</i>but of course her own nerves got to her. This Place made her too on edge to think straight.<br/><br/>"Nothing that can harm you<i>unless</i>you try to leave the arena. It's a magic poison- her spell. If you leave you die. Circy's orders. I'm supposed to give it to anyone who asks for a form." He explained wincing at the impact of being pressed up against the wall. He seemed otherwise unphased, although a small tint of fear flickered in her eyes as Shula stared at him.<br/><br/>Shula dropped him, back peddling as she looked to Fealan with a panicked expression. The look on her face read, "I fucked up."