The man wearing the baseball cap nodded. "Two or three years ago, this was a regular prison. But then the rioting got so bad, the guards gave up. Maintained the perimeter, added additional magic proof protective measures, and let ol', Knife Teeth, the ogre and leader of the rioting, take charge. He communicates to the outside world, has the only cell phone, etc. He makes sure we're fed and allows us to settle all of or disputes in a fight to death in the arena or "Coliseum," if you're inclined to call it that.

When you and those four mutants were thrown in here, I thought you were as good as dead since you were brought in unconscious. But the Dark One- Wyatt- told everyone to back off," he nodded towards the strange man with glowing green eyes. "That one wolf guy didn't make it. Bled out from some ostrich pecks or something. Anyways, if you wanna stay alive, follow three simple rules. Don't piss of Knife Teeth and his pals, don't run towards the gate, and if you're going to fight, fight with someone you'll win against with permission from Knife Teeth. Because if Knife Teeth finds out you killed someone without going through his weird ogre fighting ceremony, you're as good as dead, tadpole."

The wolf, tiger, and polar bear mutants began to approach The Master angrily as the baseball capped man spoke.

"By the way, name's Marcus."