It was hard for ones eyes not to be drawn to the pacing stranger. A tall and unique looking woman. Her features were a unique but not unappealing blend of different races much like her own. She had the build of a fighter, but that could have been a gift of her bloodline rather than strength earned and honed through combat.  Either way it was clear she was very nervous. Willow told herself she should just ignore her. Looking out for others was a good way to wind up dead in a place that was built on blood sports. But she had always been a sucker for a woman in distress.  She stood from her sitting place and walked over to the pacing stranger, placing a hand on their shoulder "Hey...try and relax. Save you're energy. Its not worth wearing yourself out here in the cell, especially with the slop they serve to keep his alive."<br/><br/>Speaking of which. The routine delivering of their rations final came. She knew it was probably the same time as it was every night but it always felt like it came later and later each day. She lined up with the rest, making sure to stay near the tall muscular stranger. "I'm Willow by the way." she whispered as the gnolls approached<br/><br/>She accepted the food, unappetizing as it was, it was better than going to battle hungry. As the knoll gave its news and spat its taunting laughter Willow sneered at him. She gave the bars of the cell a kick with the bottom of her foot and growled back "Bah, you think you can scare us with some ominous roars? We are warriors! You killed one beast you killed them all. If  you really want us worrying about tomorrow, maybe tell us what exactly we are up against."