The atmosphere was tense, what with all the bodies clutched together on what feels like a large elevating platform moving downwards. Everyone was blinded with cloth, and bound to allow little movement.

Some were groaning, presumably from pain, others were lamenting as they knew their fate: they were all en route to the Judiciar's Pit.

Once they were at the bottom, a booming voice could be heard:

"Welcome to the Judiciar's Pit!"

In response, the cries of the condemned increased significantly, before they were cut shut once more

"Oi, and ay, can ya all quit it?"

This lowered the lamentation some before the voice continued:

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"None of ye are innocent, heh, so I will be brief as the time is the most precious currency here"

"Ya know where you are, the games are well known by now. Ya all are a Meat for tonight games. You do best to survive, though prolly only few will get the chance to do so, hahaha!"

The short silence after the overseer's speech was once again resumed by howling, this time somehow even louder.

"Alright, the dish was spiced, off ye go with them" - said the overseer to his guards.

The prisoners had theirs blindfolds lifted and legs freed only to once more be moved towards a big door.

Gathered in front, the well-known by now voice continued with their tirade:

"Alright my fellas, tonight we have ourselves a hunt, make sure to last as long as possible! If you live long enough, maybe you will be allowed to join the cursed that live in these bellows, at least for another night. May your deaths be good ones, and your rest undisturbed!"

Once those words ended, the gate opened and the hunt begun.