At her first question, Jordan can see a hint of a sparkle in Grigori's eyes, quickly squashed.  He waves a dismissive hand.  "You'll be returned to your quarters.  We'll even pay you.  The good health of our competitors is important to us, and we have facilities that you can make use of during the off hours.  Training room, baths... you'll get your tour later, don't you worry."<br/><br/>His fingers drum on the table as he continues to speak.  "And you'll be able to use your own equipment.  Mostly.  Our wizards will give them a quick once over before the battle, make sure there's nothing untoward, and no changes need to be made."  He raises his eyebrows inquiringly at Jordan.<br/>"Anything else?"<br/><br/>Miri chimes in.  "Who, exactly, will we be fighting?"  Grigori turns his attention to her.  "Gladiators.  The occasional monster.  Sometimes other adventurers, like yourself.  Don't worry, no harm can come to any of you."  His light drumming begins to grow more insistent.  "Now, anything else before one of you volunteers?  We can't keep our audience waiting."  His eyes shift from one woman to the other, cold and calculating.  Miri's head turns towards Jordan, her black hair swirling about her with the motion, her large brown eyes questioning.