Daric moved over to one of the weapon racks before taking a gander at what was on offer. Most of it was rubbish that not even a beggar would take for defense, it almost seemed like the people running the arena didn't want the prisoners to survive. It would take more than a few rusted weapons to put Daric down though, his magicka reserves were full up and unless he was met with a particularly magic resistant enemy he probably wouldn't even have to use whatever weapon he picked up.

He eventually decided on a shortsword which was rusted around the edges at some parts from low quality maintenence. He took a seat near the door and began to think about what he'd actually do if he survived this. His reputation as a witch-hunter would probably be at an all time low and he most likely couldn't a job involving magic because of his new criminal record. He'd probably have to get some job with a band of mercenaries or something. He looked at the other contestents, they didn't seem all that special or at least nothing he'd not seen before. But then again, looks can be decieving. The filthy Orc picking his teeth from rat chunks could have been the mysterious 'Gray Fox' of the thieves guild for all Daric knew. But then again, he doubted the Gray Fox would let himself be captured so easily. Daric sat in waiting, he didn't respond to the Orc girl and merely stared at the wall in front. No point in talking to someone he might be about to kill.