As he was helped up by the Breton. "Thank you, again." he said. He looked around the arena, he looked at the crowd and shouted "This is your justice! We won't be dying for you!" and he started laughing, but suddenly his face changed the expression because of the pain, so he just looked down again and started to move back to the pits. Everyone were heading back to the pits, some with surprised faces, some - with hopeful ones. As they got back inside, Brogan sat down, trying not to lean against the wall with his back. He took a deep breath. "So, we have won the fight." he said loudly, so that everyone could hear. "What now? Why didn't they kill us there in the arena? The crowd was indeed thirsty for our blood." Brogan had a puzzled look on his face.

Henry thought for a moment about what the Dunmer said to him and nodded slowly before starting to laugh.

"You just want me to make a song about you! You are trying to make friends with me, so you would be the main hero" - he said laughing and started carefully descending the steps to the Arena pits.

"Well, don't worry I'll find you a place in a song."

As Henry came in, limping with his wounded left leg, he heard the Wood Elf that was accidentally burned asking everybody a question.

"Deal with it, ser Whitehead" - Henry answered smiling at him sarcastically. The bard sat on the floor, while holding his leg, so it would not hurt that much. - "Even the gods do not want you."

Henry then started chuckling as if he was a little child, laughing from his own joke.

Kiba followed the bard in to the bloodworks but sat in a different place from him

"Whitehead?" Brogan giggled under his nose. "Now I wasn't called this in the longest of times. And you, yourself aren't all that dark yourself." He pointed at the blond hair of the imperial and then took his own hair in his hand. "Even though they're not as shiny, because of all this mess that happened here." Brogan suddenly realized who he was talking to. "Hey, weren't you the guy who jumped at someone? Oh, did you break your leg?" he giggled at him again.

Dralith dismissed the guards standing watch at the gate to the Bloodworks and descended the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs into the works, he leaned against the wall. His two Akaviri Katanas hung on his left hip while an assortment of daggers adorned his right. As the baffled prisoners entered from the Arena he could plainly see the confusion, doubt, and hope written on their faces. More so confusion. A few of them exchanged words and concerns. Dralith Clapped his hands leisurely to get their attention.

"Good show. Well fought. The crowd sounded quite displeased that you're all still breathing." He chuckled and crossed his arms.

Henry nodded to the Bosmer. And started speaking with a smirk.
"Yes, I was the one who saved your and that Breton girl's pretty faces. I thought it's fair to save somebody at least once in my life, after singing numerous songs about those things." Henry then yawned and continued. " As for my leg.. I'm not sure. Don't think it's broken, probably strained or at the very worse disjointed."

As he was speaking a stranger, who the bard has not noticed before either came in. But this Dunmer was surely not amongst the fighters: he had remarkable weapons, armor. Henry raised his eyebrow looking at the person leaning to the wall near the entrance and addressing all of the prisoners. After listening to what he said Henry smiled and nodded an replied back "Thank you, thank you, we did our best "- trying to make an overly gallant and chivalrous voice - "And you must be the tooth fairy?". Henry then smiled and looked to the Dunmer's face.

"What are you talking about, Imperial? Tooth fairies aren't this ugly!" He looked at the Dunmer as well. "And the crowd can swallow all the poison I make. They should have been glad all of us gave them such a show." he grinned. "Unarmored prisoners fights off fourteen armored gladiators? Even if me or any of us had killed someones father, brother or sister, they had to be impressed by all this." and then he frowned, with a puzzled look on his face. "Your face looks familiar, Dunmer. Who are you?"

Kiba ignored the Akaviri wielder. she had just been in a tough match

The Hero of Kvatch could not contain his amusement at the tooth fairy remark and chuckled. This Imperial was a bold one though his skill in battle was questionable. Dralith would not underestimate the man too much however, he was still alive after all. "Tooth fairy… hardly. Oh and don't you worry, you have indeed made an impression. I'll even go so far as to say you've impressed the only person in the crowd who's opinion mattered at that moment." Dralith maintained his leisurely posture against the wall and grinned. "Mine. And you'll discover my true identity soon enough. For now be content that I'm the sole person that prevented you from becoming pin cushions at the hands of the soldiers."

Karnog wasn't sure he liked this stranger, for one he was an elf, dunmer by the looks of it. Secondly, something about his choice of words didn't sit well with him.

A little wary of the stranger, Karnog said with his usual crass tone "If your the one that saved us, what's the catch? What do you get out of keeping us alive?" As he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the a wall.

Rias was sat on the floor, slumped against a wall. Looking up at the Dunmer and thinking, Another one!, She sighed and cracked her neck.

"Well I guess we should say thanks, but I'm sure most of us would of been better off dead. Is it our place to ask when you prevented our pin cushion-ing?"

Aurora

As soon as she entered she ha fell down. breathing hard as she had used to much mana in the battlefield.

Dralith eyed the two Orsimer. They were quite sharp and not nearly as ignorant and dumb as most would think. The whole Orsimer race was smarter than any other would give them credit for. He stood from the wall and took a few steps forward though he kept his arms crossed. "I know not what you were imprisoned for or how long you've been locked up but things are taking a turn for the worse out there in the world." His tone turned from cheerful and mischievous to gravely serious. "For those of you who don't know, the Emperor is dead and all but one of his heirs slain. Gates to the plane of Oblivion have opened across Cyrodiil and the Daedra threaten to kill every last man, woman, and child on Tamriel." He let the words sink in for a moment. "I am one of the Blades. We're working to put an end to this invasion and you. Well… you all are my new recruits. That is if you are willing."

Dralith looked each one of them in the eye before continuing. "You all have a choice to make. Join me and help the Blades save Cyrodiil… or die here as your captors intended for you."

Karnog had heard about this, here and there. Nothing too solid, mostly tavern rumors. Yet, to hear it from this... elf who he didn't even know. Well, he did save him, so he now owed him a dept.

Shaking of his displeasure of having a life dept, Karnog asked with a tinge of excitement in his voice, "Will we be fighting these deadra?"

A deadra is one of the most well armed, well equipped creatures in Tamriel. To kill one in battle, will garner much honor and glory in the eyes of Malacath.

"So long if i can get My Family Sword." Kiba stated as she stood up and went to shake Draliths hand

After listening to what the Dark Elf just said, Henry raised his head and started to laugh and would have kept on if his leg did not start to hurt. He then looked the Dunmer in the eyes.
"Right when I thought, I won't get surprised anymore" he shook his head still chuckling as if he was not believing everything that just happened.
Henry then thought about everything for a moment and carefully stood up, while leaning against the wall. But he did not gave his answer yet, just looked at the supposed Blade with curiosity.

"Its in a chest deep in the woods near the Statue Of Sheogarath" kiba said with curiousity incase anyone was listening

Rias thought for a moment, watching the Dark Elf.

"Its probably not going to make up for my crimes, but ..."

She stood up weakly "But...I'd rather die in battle than at the hands of those guards, so Dunmer, I'm in"

Dralith looked over the female Dunmer extending her hand to him. Her mannerisms did not match a native of Morrowind and her family sword was in a chest by a statue in Cyrodiil, she was an outlander. He put his personal gripes aside however and shook her hand. "Your family sword is not my priority but you shall have it. And you, Orsimer." Dralith turned to regard Karnog. "If it is glorious battle you seek then you shall have it. The Dremora soldiers of Oblivion are the most difficult foes I've ever faced but they can be killed. You will have the opportunity to face them. As well as the Mythic Dawn cult that worships them." He nodded his approval at the female Orsimer.

The blonde Imperial was an optimistic sort to say the least. Dralith concluded that he was the madman in disguise that would smile, laugh, and sing his way through Oblivion.
"Wether you believe it or not, Imperial.. matters not. Only that you accept my offer." he said as he matched the mans stare.

When Katrina had entered the pits, she quietly went off to some corner and sat down. She examined her stolen sword as she listened to the light conversation. There was something familiar about the grip. After brushing away some of the dust, she realized it was a silver sword. No wonder, she had used a silver sword back when she was a part of the Imperial Legion.

She jumped when she heard the unfamiliar voice. Looking up, she spotted the strange dunmer. She stayed in her corner and listened to what he had to say. Finally, she stood up and stepped forward, "Very well, I shall join you. You have easily caught my attention."