Brogan appeared at the gates a little bit later than everyone else and took a deep breath. Even if he hasn't been inside for long, he longed for the fresh air. His white hair now had a brownish color because of the dirt in the cells. He hated being inside of that cell because of how filthy the cell was. There were all sorts of bugs crawling around and that sickened Brogan and he was glad to finally get outside. The air was rather pleasant and everything being dim added to the atmosphere. He took a glance around, where people had already taken their own weapons, waiting for the fight to start. He glanced at every single person here in the arena pits, checking their weapons, their stances. One dunmer woman couldn't stand in one place and had been arguing and shouting something. Brogan finally approached the weapon rack and took two simple iron daggers. He took a glance at the weapons that others held and took a deep breath. Parrying with this sort of knife won't be easy, but he'll be able to move a little bit faster. After spinning his knives between his fingers he went into the very middle of the arena pits and stood there, waiting.