Azaan Bazaar was buzzing with traders, slavers, fortune-hunters, and thieves, as well as wealthy merchants, nobles and adventurers. They had all swarmed to this oasis in the desert (some less voluntary than others). The place held several attractions, including an infamous brothel, a market where anything could be acquired and an arena where spectacular fights could be seen and experienced, pitting humanoids, beasts, monstrosities and even stranger things from alien realms.<br/><br/>Azaan Arena, also known as Blood Sands, was run by a dragon prince, they said. Most of his people were desert gnolls who bought or captured the aforementioned creatures and pitted them against each other. Once in a while they managed to get hold of something spectacular. The arena itself was a circular amphitheatre with connected chambers with cells, armories and rooms for the rich and distinguished guests.<br/><br/>Willow Madove found herself in one of the cells, which she shared with a handful of other humanoids. Some where clearly seasoned warriors, others were more fodder than fighters. It was evening and a single magical light shimmered in the passageway outside the cell. The barred window, high on the wall, showed a dark sky with only a single visible star. Somewhere in the distance was the roar of a large beast.