Mr. AppleBuck, the owner of the Built by Night Construction firm was overseeing the final stages of the Coliseum being completed. And on schedule..

-Mr. AppleBuck- "Yes, yes, good, all is going to plan, the Coliseum is being built on time."

He said as he checked his golden pocketwatch, the little Halfling was most happy. This would be his finest work yet. As he watched the final pieces being put in place, Chiruun came onto the site. He went over to Mr. AppleBuck.

-Chiruun- "Good day, Mr. AppleBuck. I see all is going well with the Coliseum."

The Halfling looked up and smile, nodding, wringing his nervous little hands.

-Mr. Applebuck- "Oh yes Mr. Chiruun, all is going well indeed. Day after tomorrow, she'll be open for business. Ready fer ten thousand screaming fans."

Chiruun smiled big, grinning infact. He was pleased, finally something to do on this planet. Built in the style of the Coliseums of High Imaskar, it was going to be a marvel indeed. Red brick and grey granite, with stairs cut of finest cedar and white pine. The Coliseum would have four main enterances for spectators. There would also be two enterances for the Gladiators to step through out on the Arena floor. Some ten stories high and all around some thousand feet across. This Coliseum would be huge, filled with vendors selling food and drink in the lobbies, and in the stands.

There would also be a Gift shop, ran by Chiruun's lover, Choasi. That would sell shirts, mugs, hats, and various other nick nacks. As well as a ton of dispossible cameras.

Quite the sight this place would be, and the draw of people it would bring.

Soon those words would be spoken..."Let the Games begin.."

The old wolf, came around the corner. He was more or less intrigued as he had caught this new building...just having sprung up over night. Looking at the gates, well more or less past them.

Catching the note left by....Bob. Like to hell he knew who he was, much less cared. Giving it the once over, a roll of his eyes. followed in suit by a shrug. Knowing all too well, 75% of anything meant a smaller purse then what would normally be awarded.

Looking at his attire, being practically the shirt, pants, socks, boots, armor, and weaponry...he needed the money. Well, not sure where the arena grand master of this facility was. And not having much else to do.

No pen either to mark his name. So he bit his finger hard enough to draw blood, and merely wrote his name with his pointer finger nail. On the note. Figuring better to let them know someone came by, to see if they were open Try-outs, in blood red it read:

Rois