shh, don't tell others this is here

Ronan glanced over as someone called out to him, his eyes squinting as he sought out the source of the racket. It took him a moment to adjust to the difference in lighting, it was hard to even catch her scent over the sheer amount of smells that met his nose when he exhaled. It was empty today, but it was evident it wasn't always so, that when this place had visitors the crowds were choking, barely any elbow room between them. He much preferred the quiet, even if that meant there wasn't a fight to watch.

Moving closer, he scaled over the steps, climbing over the little barrier that separated the crowd from the competitors. The sand was dry under paw, claw and hoof marks littered the flat surface, a few droplets of blood stained the sand but had long since dried under the oppressive sun. To the corner of his eye he saw a weapon rack, an exotic selection was on offer, from swords to clubs, items he couldn't even think to guess the name of. Who even organised the fights here? How did everyone know when to show up? It was weird, unless there was a schedule he wasn't privy to.

They met in the middle and his ear flicked at the girl's question, was hard to pinpoint exactly how old she was. Probably old enough to be wandering around alone. Not that she was any of his concern.

"Never. I don't know much about this place in general," he shrugged, gesturing to Boreas at large.