The sound of violins drafted thorough the hallways and lured you in with its sweet melody; leading you to a room on the Gods side of the arena with a plain wooden door. Inside there was a dignified musician playing the string instruments with his eyes closed, hearing the door open he looks to see your head poking through the gaps and stops playing while giving you a short bow of respect.

My apologies if you heard this from far away, I am composing a requiem for the fallen fighters.