The cells were empty, so The Master went outside. A swarm of people were standing around a corpse on the ground, patting a bloody-knuckled man on the back. Most of the men wore tattered clothing and were covered in filth. The Master noticed that the tiger, polar bear, and one of the wolf mutants from earlier were straggling towards the back of the crowd. The polar bear saw The Master and grimaced at him, but didn't approach him. Suddenly, there was a high pitched whistling noise, and everyone turned to a man standing on balcony on the second floor of the building. Only he wasn't a man. He was an ogre. He had green skin with red rings around his arms and a red tattoo on his neck. He was a tad pudgy, but not fat. He must have been nine feet high. He was guarded by two scar covered men and two goblins that were chatting to each other quietly. A quick glance around revealed that these weren't the only odd creature in here. The Master was able to count three dwarves, two more mutants (salamander and giraffe), and a cyborg. There was also a strange man with night black skin and glowing green eyes. 

A man roughly the same height as The Master, but skinnier approached him. He was wearing shorts and a baseball cap. 

The ogre began to speak, "It seems that Eli has won." The crowd of fifty roared. "Eli, you get his belongings," he nodded to one of the men who left to retrieve said belongings.

"I pronounce Nate nameless. Eli, will you take his title?"

"What titles?" said Eli sarcastically in a deep voice. It was hard too see Eli through the crowd, but The Master could tell he was definitely a black skinned human. A few men around Eli laughed.

"Good point. When you leave, his home is yours," now the ogre was sarcastic. Eli and several of the other men snickered and laughed. Everyone dispersed slowly. The skinny man with the baseball cap leaned into The Master's ear and whispered, "Welcome to the Rock, minnow," he said. "Everyone's favorite prison, led by the lovable 'Knife Teeth.'" 

He spat and gestured to the twisted corpse on the ground. A few men had already torn off one of the arms for food. Nobody else seemed desperate enough for food.