"Pity," you tell the bear as you step away, sheathing your sword. "I was thinking of making a cape out of you."
The bear makes no response. The relief of his reprieve was so great that it has rendered him unconscious.
You wave to the crowd, which makes them cheer even louder as you walk into the tunnel reserved for freedman such as yourself.
For the umpteenth time, a small part of your mind suggests you make this your last trip to the Coliseum. You quickly brush that errant thought to the side. Perhaps in a few years you'll start buying slaves and exotic animals and use them to earn your coin in the Coliseum. But not today. Not today.
When you reach the rooms set aside for your use at the Coliseum, you find you have a visitor waiting for you.
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