That day, all of the slaves were dragged out of their cells, and into the empty arena.
Sindbad and Ali Baba looked around worriedly, wondering why they had been brought there in broad daylight.
It wasn't unlikely for them to be all taken out to bathe from time to time, but being taken out to the arena was something new. The guards stepped to the center and dropped a pile of wooden swords, spears, and shields. " Each take a weapon!" Ordered Wahshi.
Still not understanding what was happening, Ali Baba and Sindbad exchanged a look before following after the others and picking each a wooden sword.
" It's the Lord's wish that for the coming week, you will be all trained for the next games! Whether on your own or you pick up an opponent to train with doesn't matter! However, do not attempt to hurt each other, or you will be punished severely for it! Remember that you all belong to Lord Jamil and he doesn't tolerate damage to his possessions!"
