One of the other humanoids in Willow's cell was like her, a female of mixed heritage. Only this one had a different composition. While there was some human element, there was certainly some kind of goblinoid; hobgoblin or even bugbear. She was almost a head taller than the half-elf and muscular. Her skin was golden with a slight orange-green tint. Her long hair was the color of rust, fastened in a tail with a leather strap. Although the heat of the day had given way to the night chill, her skin was glistening with beads of perspiration.<br/><br/>While they had been shuffled around a bit this past week, Willow thought the other woman was an even more recent addition to these cells than herself. She paced back and forth on the little bit of floor they shared. Her body language was unmistakable. She was nervous.<br/><br/>The door in the hallway opened with a clang. Two gnolls were handing out food and drink. One scooped a ladle of stew in a wooden bowl, while the other handed it to each prisoner through the bars. Then they were given a small bucket of water to share. The food was not appetizing, but one might be able to survive on it. Clearly, they didn't want their assets to starve to death.<br/><br/>"You fight tomorrow!" cried one gnoll in a guttural accent. "All you in this cell. You fight..." He was interrupted by another distant roar. "---that's what you fight."<br/><br/>He laughed.