The Overseer was not hard to spot amidst Orion's dim, dusty grey. When the distance was small enough, Relic nodded to Tectus as she approached.
An old nerve flickered to life, a small note of alarm - you are alone with someone much, much larger than you - but that wasn't a problem anymore, and she'd proven that twice - three times now. Relic had a right to feel safe, to know that whatever threat she'd face, she'd meet it with twice the teeth.
"So. The arena." She turned to circle it, trotting briskly past the empty seats. "It's ancient, older than me. Maybe you, even? And I'm thinking, it's almost pristine, and it feels like a secret. I think that's a shame." Relic tightened her circle, before settling back in the centre.
"I've seen the backstage. I know that this place was respected, once, like the rest of these caves. So I say - what if we brought it back to life? The gladiators, the blood, the glory. It saw some of it, these past cycles. I think it could see a lot more, and I'm willing to put the work in to make it so; With your permission, of course."
Relic sat on her haunches. "I'm thinking something fun. Someplace you could train the Task Force, maybe even the Forge. Whatever kind of fight you want, its here. Seats open to anyone. Some rules. No dead babies, and the like."
"But I'm not... Reallyy one for politics." She itched an ear with a talon. "We'd be neutral, I think. For the people. Which might mean allowing Order to participate. Or keeping Chaos out. Whichever. I am kind of curious to see how those drones fight, myself."
"And of course, I'm bringing this to you since... You're kind of in charge of this cave. The Forum's yours, the Tower's yours. You can change whatever you want about it, take it off my paws - err, claws. But I'd want to stick around for it, if it happens."