The sheep woman narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms as she let out a "hmp," sound. The two beefy demons beside her shuffled anxiously for a moment, not sure how to react to to Fealan's insults. The sheep woman held up her hand, stilling them. "I'm to<i>owner </i>of this arena. If you're interested in entering the arena as combatants go to the bar and sign some paperwork- the bar tender will give you some." she stated curtly, venom spilling from her lips. She was assessing both Shula and Fealan with a newly found annoyance and disgust.<br/><br/>"Go to the left and go under the sign that says 'The Cloven Hoof.' Say Cercy sent you." She spat.<br/><br/>Shula felt a smug satisfaction and it showed in the way she walked as she passed the woman. The sheep demon stared after them, a petty malice in her eyes that seemed as if it could have some consequence in the future. It was weird how triumphant she felt over Fealan expressing disgust to the woman they now knew as Cercy. Shula decided not to look too much into it, walking in the direction the sheep said to.<br/><br/>"Uck, how many STD's do you think that bitch has?" She asked Fealan as they entered the bar. It was modest, bustling as any other bar would as night fell. She picked out two seats, plopping down on the ratty cushioned seat.