Evelyn had a lot on her mind as she finally reached where the gladiators were training. She hadn't really had much chance to figure out this city aside from her shopping trips, and she wished she could get an honest assessment of the place. She still had this nagging feeling that she was making foolish choice after foolish choice, but for now even making bad choices were better than making no choices at all. She's quiet as she follows along, glad that the guard wasn't feeling chatty. Of course, it would make sense that one of Gandrev's men would be discreet...<br/><br/>Despite herself, Evleyn flinches a little bit when she entered the training grounds. She remembered the fight, and her subsequent loss, that she had been through. And she recalled the things she did to get inside the fight in the first place...it was a little shameful, even if the results were ultimately to her advantage. She didn't think they'd be so nice to her if she fell a second time. Or would Master Gandrev's influence protect her? She kept silent as the guard was dismissed by who she assumed was the master of this arena, or at least a senior member. It would seem his name is Doctore, a name she commits to memory. "You're right that I didn't learn to fight quite like that. I've never thought of fighting for...show." she says "Right now I've got no choice though." she adds, although she doesn't elaborate further.<br/><br/>"As for what I think of the gladiators and the games...well, it's obviously for the benefit of the crowd. And I suspect they like to see people win, but they're also keen on seeing certain people lose. Whatever can generate that thrill for them." she blushes "And I imagine seeing the gladiatrix lose her armor has a special thrill of their own.  Since this isn't a battle for one's life, you're expected to...show off, yes?"<br/><br/>