Days passed, how many was not easy to tell in the sunless cells. A week, perhaps, with food brought by serving girls who also salved wounds. The newest guests of Kiraxis' hospitality soon discovered that the prison was not so easy to escape from. There were no hidden secret doors, and the locks somehow remained locked even without internal mechanisms. Nevertheless, Dusek managed to get the door open only to discover Bardus waiting for him in the hall weilding a massive war axe. More daunting, behind him stood an impassive stone golem. Dusek was promptly returned to his cell, and the door mysteriously resisted any further attempts at opening.<br/><br/>Bardus made frequent visits to look in on his fighters. He explained to the newcomers the rules of the game, and what it took to get off the island. Fat and massive in his dirty leather, Bardus always seemed in ill humor. He let everyone know that the current champion was the witch Aryn, who had scored an impressive 46 points in the last match, placing her at almost halfway to her 100.<br/><br/>Finally, Bardus arrived at each cell in turn one morning, an air of expectation about him. "Today you fight! Even now, Kiraxis' guests are arriving, and soon they will be wagering. So make it a good fight! Remember, these are a bloodthirsty, sadistic lot, and the guests will vote on how many points the winner gets," Bardus said with a cruel smile. "So, what'll it be? You can have one weapon, and one armor? What'll it be!"