An enormous shadow darkens the dungeon as a tauren death knight enters and passes the torches, his fur as white as snow and his eyes glowing like sapphires.<br/><br/>"Welcome, honored guests," said the deep, gravelly voice with a hint of magical ghostly echo.  "I see you have found your way to... THE DUNGEON.  No doubt you have been invited here for some heroic feat on the part of the Horde.  Allow me to introduce myself.  I am DUNGEONMASTER PEACEBLOOM."<br/><br/>He stood between the bantering trolls.<br/><br/>"While pain and blood are acceptable in this part of the dungeon with our most prized slave, Silver, here, combat is not permitted.  The owners of the castle do not wish their most prized possession to have her centuries of service cut off prematurely with an accidental lethal blow.  If you wish to challenge each other for dominance, please take your quarrel over to... THE ARENA OF DOMINANCE.  No weapons or armor or spells are allowed, save what you find scattered about the arena.  Tools, outfits and accessories, both mundane and magical, await you!  In addition, crystal orbs containing single-cast spells are littered about, creating random effects, good or bad, on its user or their target.  Two dominants enter, but only one may leave... with their defeated opponent and new slave in tow."  He pointed his large index finger toward a doorway.  "The arena awaits two worthy challengers as yourselves.  What say you, my troll brother and sister of the Horde?  Do you accept a DUEL FOR DOMINANCE, Zael'Valar and Jin Shen'ji?  Or does fear preclude you from setting foot in the arena?"<br/><br/>With a snap of his fingers, the chains attaching Silver to the walls and floors changed to a pair of chains circling her, like rings orbiting a planet.<br/><br/>"Come, Zul'Antu, you may enjoy Silver's services as we spectate the sport."<br/><br/>