Orlando gave a hardy bark of a laugh when Benedict had broken from his distraction and said, "Right! Hollowfield Grounds should only be an hour's walk to the..."<br/><br/>His brow furrowed as he thought hard. "Actually, I'm not sure whether a compass would really have any application here. I know that it's that way, though," he finished, pointing in a direction that was most certainly<i>not</i>random. He then led his part of the group through the winding streets and alleyways. He would wave off the occasional peddler who tried to be more aggressive in advertising his wares, and dodge the rest of them. It seemed like it would be a long, boring walk indeed.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>As for Ariel, regardless of what she may have done at the words of the mariliths, would suddenly take in the acrid smell of salt wafting through the air. It soon became almost choking in its pungency and intensity. When it looked like the manors and shops outside of Graz'zt's estate had disappeared, what came in their place was a huge bridge, easily sixty feet wide, and made of chalky limestone. Below them snaked a river of what at first appeared to be slush, but the way that the crystals were shaped revealed them to actually be sharp pieces of salt, shifting like wet, muddy sand. In the distance, there could be seen what could have only been the Hollowfield Grounds. It was an open field that had bleachers made of stone arranged in irregular shapes around a particular area, an area which was unmistakably where the majority of blood was spilled. Around the bleachers were stalls in which were held those who were to compete, getting themselves prepared to kill or be killed.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: indigo">What a beautiful sight, is it not, mortal?</span>" hissed Reluhantis. "<span style="color: purple">Indeed, look upon your deathbed with appreciation that you will have the honor of dying in battle, rather than the honor of being ravaged to death by our prince,</span>" Unhath added. Those that the three passed jeered and cackled at the poor elf, knowing exactly what was to come for her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>