Kallei left the arena, knowing full well that her time to fight would be coming soon enough. The tropical climate of the island reminded her of her ship. Sailing and pillaging across the caribbean. The weather just brought her to life, compared to the droll, rainy climate of Ireland.<br/><br/>As Kallei walked down the cobbled path that led from the arena back to the living quarters, she took a swig from the flask that she kept hid on her thigh. Death, warm weather, vampires and the fate of the universe. What the hell had she gotten herself into this time.