Dralith dismissed the guards standing watch at the gate to the Bloodworks and descended the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs into the works, he leaned against the wall. His two Akaviri Katanas hung on his left hip while an assortment of daggers adorned his right. As the baffled prisoners entered from the Arena he could plainly see the confusion, doubt, and hope written on their faces. More so confusion. A few of them exchanged words and concerns. Dralith Clapped his hands leisurely to get their attention. 

"Good show. Well fought. The crowd sounded quite displeased that you're all still breathing." He chuckled and crossed his arms.