Gorus and Tsulak descend back to the first floor of the den of delights.
"Good luck, friend! I believe in you," the warrior pats the future meat for beating up by bums on the shoulder and leaves.
Two oiled and battle-hungry boys approach Tsulak.
"The bums won't stand against my fists!"
"Glory to the mistress, whoever she may be!"
Just in case, he wonders if the fighters have any healing potions or other things that could help them in battle. If he can't get anything like that right now, they will move out immediately.