The deep orc nods and invites Dinirahc on his office where he lifts up easily heavy chest which he cracks open and starts pile platinum coins to small leather pouches. While filling in the deep orc replies; "Well, nothing new which you could kill. Your claws do not still have safety mode on them do they? Anyways business is going get low now, as around handful crowd favorites decided pack things up, getting somesort new job opportunity but I sure did not hear some house was recruiting gladiators. Either way now that crowd favorites is gone the arenas are rather desperate for new talent, so we run amateur matches for now to keep crowds coming but there is some disgruntled displeasement heard already. No flashy stuff nor bloody enough to most and so on."