Henry was a person who would never be surprised for more than a few heartbeats. He was a person that always had a smile on his face. At least a tiny one. His eyes would always laugh if someone looked at him. After the fight in the bar, after he got captured, he couldn't help but try to hide his laughter. "Sentenced to death for singing daedric songs" - he thought, thinking how hilarious that was.

He was led to the Arena pits a little bit later than everyone else. Almost as the fight was about to start. What he saw there was no fear, no tears. Well, there was this one Breton that seemed rather distant from everyone else. But that was only an impurity in the chemical mixture, that was the atmosphere in the room. It was full of anger. Anyone could sense some rivalry in there too. Also something else. However, there was this one particular feeling here that Henry felt. Stronger than all of the others combined. Certainty. Everyone was too certain in here. Certain of their fate. Certain of their crime. Certain of death. 

For that moment, that single moment, Henry's smirk vanished. He looked around the arena pits and quickly took something that reminded him of a spear, though it was more of an overused and broken halberd. Just as he did that, the Arena gates opened and he was about to enter the stage for a performance. "One last performance if the guards are to be believed" - thought Henry as he was ascending the steps, yet he did not believe that. 

Inside the Arena Henry's smile crawled up back on his face. The audience was shouting and cheering. 
"That's my place, for sure" - he said silently, thinking of the numerous songs he sang during his lifetime to a variety of cultures - "Though this time, the audience is bigger."

After the brief introduction given by the announcer, Henry quickly found himself wondering if these people around him should be considered as allies or as foes. Not wanting to be stabbed in the back, he ran to the side of the Arena right before he heard the the Announcer giving the command to start the battle. Somewhere behind he hear an arrow cut through the air. After spinning his so called spear twice and pointing it towards the center of the Arena, he stood in a fighting position, trying to better understand the situation he got himself into.