Bear nods and grunts. "Sounds good. I'll have some of the younger looking guys go out and see what info they can gather. Give me specifics, and I'll let you know what I find in about a week. Best to be cautious, since it was that sort of thing that led to us where we are now."<br/><br/>They'll talk for a while longer, until Bear gets hungry again, and lets Nameless know that he can either let Bear get back to his meal, or else he can add to it; jokingly, of course, but with enough of a serious tone that it might not be all too much of a stretch.<br/><br/>The arena games are wildly popular, and, as the matches near the end, the stadium is even more crowded than earlier, as the final matches are being played out. The big match for this afternoon, and the only one left when he arrives, is a small-scale 'war' between two rival factions. Twenty competitors on each side, in a labyrinth-like arena, with a large, central room. Most of the audience is up high enough to see over the open walls, giving them a clear view of the entire map. The general strategy is to take and hold the central room, because it's equipped with fortifications to make holding it quite easy.<br/><br/>The two teams consist of the Brass Tigers, the defending champions on this arena, and the Pipers, a relatively new group that's been performing quite well, this year. The current favorite is the Tigers, of course, but the betting has been fairly even between them, for this match.