A Meeting Beyond the Auction

The familiar scent of sweat, blood, and damp stone thickened the air as they descended into the underground arena. The dim glow of lanterns flickered along the rough walls, casting shifting shadows as Arthur and his companion made their way through the corridors toward the registration desk.

Marvin, the clerk, barely glanced up as they approached. With a brief nod, he gestured toward the stands. "Master Aqilus has arranged special seating for you." He said, his tone edged with amusement.

Arthur followed the direction of his hand, spotting a small, elevated section of the stands. Five seats, positioned just high enough to provide an unobstructed view of the arena without seeming excessive. They were close to the announcer's station, an ideal vantage point.

Before Arthur could move toward them, a familiar voice chimed in from the side. "Special seats, huh? Someone's getting the royal treatment."