Arrant heard battling from the halls, and shook his head in disdain. "Fools... All I came here for was for a fight, and now I get dragons and shapeshifters and cults... all just dueling to the death..." he looked down at his gun, sighing. "Well, let's go get me drunk." He walked out of the room and pulled out a second bottle of vodka, taking a large swig as his walk became uneven, swaying as he moved down the hall, still shaking his head at the pointless battles surrounding the Arena.