Grog appeared intrigued with Talen's questioning, and grinned widely.  "Hmm... yes.. that..." the ogre began.  "Don't give him any ideas my dear." a familiar voice called from behind the ogre.  The ogre spun around, and there stood Narlros leaning against the entryway to the room.<br/><br/>"What do you want drow!" Grog raged.  Narlros eyed the ogre with a raised eyebrow and an upraised hand, "I'm just here to make sure, you play fair.  Lord Galen, does want a show does he not?"<br/><br/>Grog eyed Narlros dangerously. "This is my Arena, not yours drow."  Narlros smiled, "Of course it is Grog.  But I'm only here on behalf of Lord Galen.  And I know you don't want to disappoint him, do you?"<br/><br/>The ogre relaxed, "Well no.  But what do you have in mind?"<br/><br/>Narlros looked at Talen then to Grog, "The lady asked you about how they could arrange their matches, yes?"  Grog nodded and Narlros continued, "The first one of course starts in less than two hours from now.  But after that, let the lady choose how she and her companions wish to continue their matches.  For repetitive matches let them have up to two hours between matches.  Unless they elect to stop for the day, then give them ten hours before their next match."<br/><br/>Grog looked at Narlros, then to Talen.  "Grog agrees.  What about you?"