The alcohol proved effective as the amount consumed proved to give a special power of time alteration. A hazy somnolence fell upon him and soon the entirety of the twenty-four hours managed to pass by an acceptably accelerated pace accented by a lack of an memories as he went full autopilot.  Finding himself in a new day in a tiny room he managed to get up just fine and walk out of the hotel and into the streets. A conveniently placed clock next to some store provided him reference as to how quickly he'd have to get to the arena.  First thing he'd do was get something to eat and then a drink. 

Some time later Kahl found himself walking with a loosely clustered group of people up a road. In the distance he spotted some structure that looked like the arena.  Entering he paid for the ticket and took a seat at one of the many rows of bleachers all encircling a space in the center which he'd presume would be play area proper.