The Mirror of Scepta Tower
“All yee who dare enter the sand you shall leave your blood! only one can win the golden dragon! Entree fee in 25 silver. Bets are made with Ader at the door! yeilders must be alowed to scurry away. har har har!” A one legged man calls from atop the barrel he stands. The arena is a hole in the ground with bleachers built around it. the stench is horrible. a good placed bet could make one rich. A victory in the sand could make you rich and famous.