"Err... right." The goblin considered as she passed, and the next time she'd look, all she'd see was his wand, the jester outfit, and not a single sign of the goblin.<br/><br/>The battle market’s four entry halls lead into a huge arena-like room dominated by a massive circular wooden stage, its surface smeared and sticky with blood. Two rows of terraced benches surround the stage, which is bathed in natural light from a large open circular hatch in the citadel’s roof far above. Torches illuminate a darkened gallery of compact market stalls in the eastern half of the first floor’s inner wall. A raised platform along the northwest curve of the inner wall sports four round tables, several wooden chairs, and a long bar stocked with numerous bottles of distilled spirits.<br/><br/>About twenty feet above is an open balcony, beyond which lie a series of small rooms on an upper floor of the market. Several rows of empty bleachers peer down from the edge of the balcony. Twenty feet above the second floor a half-circle balcony marks the highest of the citadel’s terraces. Three thrones look down from this vantage, each positioned to give a commanding view of not only the stage below but the entire market.<br/><br/>Two male humans and a female have stalls with goods in them, and three bugbears, along with a much larger ogre are drinking at the bar, where a one-eyed gnoll was pouring drinks. And forty feet above them, Erel would see the dark-skinned genie from before, sitting on a throne with an axe whose handle rose as high as her head sitting on the ground beside her.