The coliseum was flooded with people, centaurians had all but rushed up the stairs snatching their seats. Even ignoring the deaths of the weakened at their homes, desperate for stimulus other than stale sex with a rotting corpse or their tired partner, they wanted to watch something exciting for once. Their bellies were grumbling with hunger, their eyes drier than their wells, and the facade of prosperity was finally dropped in front of Raven and the rest of his party.
The people were livid and frothing at the mouth, like a rabid dog looking to bite, they seemed ready for something and anything that could help them escape their hunger and their boredom. Only the soldiers, the men and women whose bodies protected the king and the kingdom looked somewhat healthy behind those heavy dark armors, but even their bodies were dwindling with the loss of the dark elf clan as it was mostly responsible for the hunting and gathering resources for the centaurs.
