When it turns out that even though she'd grabbed the crowd's attention with her performing, she made them grow aggravated with the subtle message in her words, she figures it's best to leave, especially after finding some of the rotten fruit being thrown lands near her feet.  She lets out a sigh before placing her borrowed mace back onto her back and allows the guards to lead them out.  Turns out that people didn't understand they were being fed panem et circenses, that being entertained like this wasn't in their best interests, and that they one day might be the slave forced to fight for their lives in here.  While her words had been directed to any of the arena's leadership that were there, it seems enough people grasped her meaning to turn hostile...not in her best favor.  It's not like her race is renown for their diplomacy at any rate, but still, she'd figured she'd have a little more effect than she did.<br/><br/>When the overly enthusiastic faun seeks to offer her condolences, Irice lets out another sigh.  "Its just, that's the main reason I'm here is to shut this place down.  These proceedings can't be lawful, or something that my god, Torag would espouse.  I figured by posing as a combatant, I'd be capable of shutting it down from the inside, but these people want their games, don't want to know that their lives are so much worse while being fed entertainment like this.  I guess I'd better get my actual armor and warhammer when we leave...I'd hid it not far from here.  Isn't much better than what my spell gave me, but it doesn't require me using divine energy either.  Just my arms to craft it.  Perhaps I'll have some time still to make improvements on my armor while I'm here...I am a smith after all."<br/><br/>Brelia's and Nilia's antics grabs her attention a little bit and turns her stomach just a little.  "You say that Nilia was the MVP, but you were only aware of one small part of the fight.  I didn't do so great myself with one knocked out, but that's due to you all moving way too fast for me, and in more than just fighting."  She says, indicating their flirtatious behavior and overwhelming sanguine natures.  As Nilia tries to force one of the guards on Brelia, the oread begins to grow a little impatient.  "Just both of you have one, won't you?  Most of us got our prizes from this little scrap...now let's claim them and get out of here so we can plan what to do now that you all are free.  After all, my plan's gone awry it seems."  She grouses in annoyance.