Shula shrugged, not wanting to offer her two cents on the situation. As she sipped her drink she couldn't help bit think the entire thing was odd, too easy. Maybe Vince had been killed by the champion already and they were wasting their time? She sighed the paper as she thought about it, reading over it and wondering if there was some hidden text or smaller print. She couldn't feel any magic coming from it, granted she wasn't exactly versed in finding traces of magic, but being back in Gehennna she figured she'd at least sense<i>something</i>about this entire situation was off.<br/><br/>The papers were taken from them and the bartender didn't take any time to inspect them as he motioned to them. "Come around the bar- I'll show you where you lot'll be staying," He said, pulling keys from his belt, "Nice little arena we have here- you'll be staying in bunks with other competitors. Keep moving up the ranks and you'll get better accommodations, etc. etc." He said, taking Shula's now empty glass and setting it down her her. Her heart beat faster, the feeling that something was wrong intensifying.<br/><br/>"So wait- how long to you intend for us to be here?" She asked, having not seen anything about it on the paper they had signed. The bartender shrugged, continuing up a flight of narrow stairs.<br/><br/>"Depends. It's all up to whether or not you think you can defeat the champion." He said cryptically.