After a moment of silence, he said:
"Nothing... I'll get to you, and to these creatures too..." - I said angrily.
"And you, Arthur, be quieter and think before you speak..." - I added a little later, still with the same anger.
"The art of war... Well, nothing... I'll show them the art..." - I murmured almost in a whisper... then I heard a noise... Someone was coming here.

A fury entered the corridor. Behind her, two minotaurs barged in. The fury looked at you, Smok, with interest. Her red eyes radiated curiosity... the curiosity of a predator wanting to have fun with its prey.
- Take him and put him in the ring! Let's see what he's capable of...
The minotaurs roughly but carefully dragged you out of the cell and pulled you towards the ring...
You were pushed into a narrow corridor, about 2 meters wide. The grate behind you slammed shut. The fury leaned her face against the door and said.
- Good luck hunting... prey. Release the beasts! - Licking her white teeth, she turned on her heel and, clearly pleased with herself, walked away...

- Twenty more steps... one, two, three... ...eighteen, nineteen, twenty! - But all around was only desert, and his camel, also acquired in the city of mages, Halirabe. - well, where is this pile of rocks?! - Verdan suddenly sank into the sand and found himself in some kind of well, which at first glance seemed bottomless. He fell and fell, until...

The walls became sticky... the well curved, and Verdan flew out of the pipe into some kind of liquid... It smelled terrible... Covered in some kind of slime or muck, Verdan looked around... something like the bed of an underwater river... the ceiling is not visible... A river... some kind of strange, slowly flowing goo in the best traditions of urban sewers...