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Szereth slumped down in his seat next to Alevos, and emitted something between a grunt and a groan. “Not enjoying the view?” asked Alevos. “Or are first level box seats not to your liking?” Szereth looked around the box seats that Alevos had secured, somehow. It was small, cozy, and most importantly private. A large window in front of them revealed the rest of the arena, both its fighting floor and the rest of the stands. The surrounding stands were filled with a great many Drogar of all kinds. Tens of thousands, it seemed. There were dozens of levels, each one with multiple box seats scattered all around. He estimated there was enough room to fill the coliseum with 200,000 Drogar. They had a complete view of the center arena, which was roughly 350 meters in diameter. Around the edge