<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ptDFgXk.jpg)</div>Kayla looked around the meager furnishings of the room she had been assigned. This, then, was where she was to live for the time being. Already, she had made contacts in the city outside, magical researchers, scryers, priests and the like, though it had taken all of her coin to get that far. And coin was, very much, the issue. She was no researcher herself, her skills laid, instead, entirely with her sword. And farming, though that would likely prove of little use here, unless there was a sudden plowing contest. Which there might well turn out to be, if the rumours about the disparate nature of the arenas was to be believed.<br/><br/>But, no. Kayla wouldn't expect that. No more than she expected to figure out how to get rid of her cursed armour herself. Instead, she would earn coin here, in battle, and her researchers would figure it out for her. She hoped. And so, there was no time for her to laze about. Her first fight had already been scheduled. One that seemed all too appropriate. But it would give her a chance. If she could strike far enough, deep enough, hard enough... perhaps the damage would be irreparable and the field would be turned into something more... palatable.<br/><br/>So Kayla left again, striding towards the bar. "Fellow gladiators!" she called out "We have been given a chance! I have been allowed to bring as many as wish to join me into the dread Pit of Tentacles! Certainly, we will be given the standard pay, but most importantly, we might me able to wipe this literal pit of perversion from our rosters. Who's with me?" Her speech was met with jeers, but a few, just a few, perhaps would be swayed to her side.