A Cyconoid guard walked above the pits as he stared down at the slaves there. He pointed at all of them, "You slaves will be participating in the Festival of the Beasts. All of you." The guard chuckled as he let out a devious grin, "But ah, this is not going to be the Typical Festival match against beasts. I will return if I know whether or not you are acting as the "beasts"." The guard chuckled as he left the pits.

The Baker sobbed a bit before wiping his tears. "Well, if we are all going to die in this "Festival", I at least want one of you guys to at least know my name, so I can get a burial. The name is Ferris Samkol. We've shared a bit here haven't we?" Ferris said as he glanced at the other slaves. The small hairy slave with the pig-like snout glanced around, "Well if we are sharing our previous lives I guess I'll speak next. I'm Goxug, and I am a criminal. I want to specify that I am NOT a debtor. I was sent here for assault." Goxug shook his head as he smiled a bit, "You know, being sent here by that guard was actually kind of funny. I did NOT expect him to have a sense of humor."