" Must we come through here?" Aser asked as he wrinkled his nose at the foul smell of the dungeon, and Wahshi could only lower his head apologetically.
" Sorry, but there is no other way to the arena other than this."
Aser folded his arms and raised his chin in disdain as he was led out into the beasts' dungeon and then up the stairs into the arena.
" Then… why does the Lord want me here?" He asked just as his feet hit the top of the stairs and he was met with the sight of the slaves fighting among each other with their wooden weapons.
Wahshi folded his hands behind his back as he glanced over the training ring. " Lord Jamil would like to ask for your opinion about whom to pick for this week's games."
Aser blinked twice in utter bewilderment. " My opinion? Since when did the Lord need it?"