As Junkil left, someone walked past him on the way out, entering the now blank arena. She was of average height and build, had dark skin, brown eyes and closely cut black hair, and was wearing arm-bearing leather armour with a vest of scale mail over it. She had four swords of identical make, all well crafted short swords with a small ruby on the pommel, strapped to a large and sturdy belt, two near each hip. There was a small pouch on a string around her neck, tucked under her armour. She walked into the empty arena, looking bemused and scanning over the blank space.