Han and Denver entered a vast room like a cafeteria. Inside, many people sat at tables, holding magical newspapers that showed slaves and their statistics. From origins, spells, and innate abilities to prior records, everything about the slaves participating in the Arena Pit could be read.
Using their experience and relying on luck, people filled out bet cards and took them to the women behind the desks.
The setup was simple, much like modern Earth's betting shops. It lacked food, TVs on the walls, and other entertainment, but it worked.
At the desk, Han picked up the newspapers and looked over the listings. He narrowed his eyes when he saw children of Demi-Humans in it, but there was nothing he could do. There had to be good viewership for those battles, as competent kids at an early age could be groomed into dangerous, devoted weapons. Heat pricked his knuckles; he unclenched and flattened the page. Ink and copper hung in the air; he pictured his clinic, quiet.
