After the Serpent's corpse was cleared, I was escorted into the Colosseum by a group of Wildling guards, and then led to a waiting room filled to the brim with all manner of foods. I was informed by an attendant in the room that this was merely a precursor to the true Feast of Victory later tonight, to be held back in their city.
Let's just say...I didn't hold back.
The food was far more sumptuous than I expected. Beast Meats were plenty, most sitting at Tremor-Class, the rest, below. But that didn't bother me in the slightest. I ate, and ate, and the only thing that prevented me from clearing everything on show, was a timely summons from the Chieftain himself.
I followed one of the guards through a sloping corridor carved directly into the colosseum's underground, fashioned from chiseled, black stone, veins of some strange red ore glimmering faintly under the oil lamps. The air smelled of smoke, metal, and old sweat, yet it grew cooler the deeper we went.
