Drake walked her across most of the crowded town, which was for the better. The city guard were out in numbers on this day, and the uniform didn't hide that they were just another bunch of thugs, hiding behind authority to get what they wanted. When the guards stopped a lone woman for questioning or decided to search her, there was no saying no to them, or she quickly found herself on the worst end of the corrupt law. Instead, blending in, seeming insignificant and traveling across the streets in numbers was the safest option.<br/>Mia, was unfortunate enough to be an exotic beauty that quickly drew attention, her best disguise was a dirty blanket wrapping that in the dry heat was little comfort. With Drake around, he could at least act imposing and tough or they could pretend she was a slave being escorted to some rich somebody.<br/><br/>Soon the two had to part ways though after wishing another luck on their respective quests, agreeing on meeting at the Duke and Monkey once things were resolved, this time renting a proper room for money.<br/><br/>The arena here was nothing grandiose or fancy. The elite likely found other entertainment, or if they wished for blood sport could afford to host it in their private estates with select guests, not needing to mingle with the scum of the city. The building itself was the same yellow stone build than the others, square shaped though slightly larger than the other buildings nearby. Mia suspected that there would be seatings for the crowd on the inside with a yard or fighting area in the middle, so the competition could be viewed from all angles.<br/>Once she found the entrance, a grumpy man stepped in her path, arms folded across his chest. He was wearing only a loose robe covering half his chest going down to his knees, and a local style of cloth wrapping on his head, leaving his face and shoulder bare, while shielding his head from the sun. He had thick, dark facial hair and one of his eyes seemed misaligned, as if looking into another direction.<br/>"No entering for another hour. Fights start in two. You'll get your seat when the rest of the crowd, not before." he growled, mistaking Mia for a potential spectator.