The last to wake, silent before the Recruit Master and her fellow gladiators, the dark elf Dravona stayed in her bunk until told to move, and then walked on softly padded feet into the ring.  The lean and lanky tribeswoman bore no reaction to anything that had been said before her, and if she had any feelings on the subject of enslavement, alteration, rape, and defilement, it did not show in her cruelly smiling lips or sardonic eyes.<br/><br/>OOC:  Sorry, medical problems kept me away until now.