"Master likes playing with his food, little one...." the orc in the tattered robe sneers at Luna. "Now move along!"<br/><br/>With that, the minotaurs and the orc jailor escort, by force if necessary the four women down the hall to a set of stairs, which seems lead to another series of rooms.  The clanking of smithy hammers can be heard, as well as the slamming of more cell doors.  They lead you down a small hall past what appears to be one of the entryways into the Arena, and the jailor opens another cell.<br/><br/>The minotaurs, push you inside.  As the jailor locks the cell, the orc in the tattered robe begins to walk away with the others, but then stops and looks at Talen. "Narlros made a deal with master.  If you four behave, and don't try to escape, you will be given a "sporting" chance.  Though master, will up the stakes in turn of course."<br/><br/>The orc stops and turns to look at Talen in full, "So how about it?  Do you promise not to escape, if we make this "interesting"?  Or you can surely just die like the others."