Illaria returned the hug tightly, smiling at Lina with tears in her eyes.  "Oh, I'm glad you're ok," she said, barely above a whisper.  "They didn't do anything to me... they brought me back to the cell I was first in, and left me unchained in there, so I could move around.  I think these shackles are just for when the two of us are together," she continued.<br/><br/>The pair stayed together for the night again, the same girl bringing them food after a few hours, and in the morning she was once again woken up to be brought to her cell.  She seemed to be falling into a routine, and as predicted, Roland came for her sometime in the evening.  "Looks like this next fight is going to be quite a bit harder," he cautioned as she was led through the dungeon, once more seemingly on a different path than before.  "Be careful in there this time.  They're pitting you against stronger enemies to judge your abilities."  With those last words of advice, Lina was pushed into the arena's waiting room, the familiar array of weapons and armor before her.  Once she had claimed her armor and daggers, the gong to signal the fight rung.  Her opponent, unfortunately, seemed to be much more powerful than last time: an orc, clad in a breastplate and mail leggings.  In one massive hand was an equally massive greatsword, the blade itself nearly as tall as Lina was.  He grinned at her, apparently very confident in his ability to win as he started to walk towards her.