Amn jumped off the top of the carriage, praying that his time, he WOULDNT loose all the money he was intending to earn. Upon landing, he stood tall, an stretched skywards, giving a long slow yawn in the process. Then he stuffed his left hand into the pocket of his jacket, and from it produced a small book. He read his pocket sized book as he walked into the colloseum, following whomever happened to get off after himself.