Ari managed to get the scoop from the crowd in the upper decks. He didn't think much of it. A fighter who displeases the crowd, victorious or not, runs serious risk of angering his trainer's sponsor and being traded or sold. If a gladiator wanted to be sold to a quarry to finish out his contract, that was his business.
"Griffons, what can you do, right?" Ari joked with a pony in the stands. Quite a few ponies seemed to be leaving their seats, but an equal amount were sticking around. Another event was sure to take place in a few minutes, but he was up in the nose-bleeds. If the pegasus guards hovering around the stands were any indication, there was probably a no flying policy for spectators, so Ari picked his way down the steps and into a vomitorium. This particular vomitorium was no mere tunnel, but a grand promenade with concessions and gift stalls. Ari wasn't sure which way to go to reach the stairs to the lower levels and found himself in awe of the size and scope of the place. The arenas he was used to looked more like a peasant's stables compared to this place.
Wandering around he found stairs and made his way to the second level, still gawking like a tourist until he found another staircase. Entering the ground level was like wandering into a palace- only clogged with citizens going in every direction. Not paying attention, Ari trotted right out of the main entrance and found himself outside of the Colosseum before he realized where he was. Having snapped back to reality, he gave and angry snort and kicked a loose stone off the road.
"Horse apples!!!!!"