Grigori gives another one of his edged smiles, his blue eyes glinting coldly.  "Indeed you will.  As for who to fight first, as I said, that is for the two of you to decide.  Which of you will volunteer-" He suddenly breaks off, raising his chin to stare beyond Jordan's head.  Turning to look, the two woman can see the leader of the thugs from earlier stepping forwards.  "Sir."  He says gruffly, his heels clicking together in salute.  "I'd like to have this one."  He points aggressively at Jordan, giving her a toothy grin.  The thug that Miri had taken down looks mildly disappointed.<br/><br/>Grigori waits for many long moments, his fingers tented in front of him as he considers.  Finally, he gives a sharp nod.  "Very well.  Since you did such a good job securing these two, I'll give you the first pick.  Ladies,"  He says, turning his attention back to them.  "I will see both of you later.  And welcome."  With a chuckle, he leans back in his wooden chair, clearly dismissing them from his presence.  The guards pull the two women to their feet once more, guiding them to the door on the opposite side they came in, on the left side of the room.<br/><br/>Once they are through, Jordan and Miri find themselves in the middle of a long corridor stretching to the right and the left.  It seems to be made of the same uniform grey stone as the office room, and a conspicuous lack of toolmarks indicates either incredibly skilled workers, or magic used in the construction.  There are two additional guards on the other side of the door.  The group splits at this point, with four of their original captors, including the mage and the cleric, take the women to the left, while the other four go to the right.  They don't go far down the corridor before coming to another door, which they go through.<br/><br/>Inside, is what appears to be a small waiting room, with chairs and a table, with a pitcher of water and some glasses on it, the wood much simpler than what they had seen in the office.  Another door is on the wall opposite the entrance.  The cleric speaks, turning towards Jordan.  "You've got a few moments to make preparations, but not long.  Go through that door when you're ready."  He gestures towards the opposite door, then points at Miri.  "You, wait here.  You can watch her next fight, if you want."  He smirks, clearly amused at the thought.<br/><br/>Miri turns to Jordan, her forehead creased with concern.  "So... good luck."  She says, offering a wan smile.  "I bet you'll have them begging for mercy in a few rounds."  Somewhat awkwardly, clearly not entirely comfortable, she leans forward to offer the woman a supportive hug, patting her lightly on the shoulder.  One of the guards gives in impatient grunt.  "Hurry it up."  He growls.