In the prison cell, Bartlett sat against the wall, tossing a meatball in his hand towards the opposite wall.
The meatball was dark red, about the size of an apple, and quite elastic. It bounced back with a "thud" after hitting the wall, only to be caught in midair by the Barbarian.
"Why didn't you move to the Gladiator camp after the last brawl? My friend," the voice of the Soul Merchant came from the other side of the wall, "Gladiators who make it through three brawls are hardly considered prisoners anymore. Besides, you guys have more freedom in the camp. Though you're still confined, you can move around as you please. And I heard the food there is pretty good. I mean, at least better than here."
