They Just Want Cruelty was a virtual representation of one of Kassandra's genetic memories, relived by Layla Hassan through the Portable Animus HR-8.5.
The leaders of the arena in Pephka challenged Kassandra to compete in a series of brutal bouts. To the winners: honor, glory, and drachmae. To the losers: death.
Dialogue
Kassandra arrived at Warrior's Rest in Pephka, where she located a man with the help of Ikaros.
Kassandra:That must be the man mentioned in the letter about arena fighting... Maion.
She approached him at the memorials dedicated to several warriors.
Maion:All these brave, brave souls.
Kassandra stepped up to him. Sensing her question, he explained who the graves belonged to.
Maion:Only the best warriors rest here. Heroes.
Kassandra:They aren't many.
Maion:But they're Heroes of the Arena. Those who earned an honorable death. The others are buried in unmarked holes far from here. Nobody remembers them.
Maion:When your time comes, do you think you'll be worthy of the title hero, misthios?
Kassandra:I'll be buried in one of those unmarked holes.
Maion:I doubt that. I've heard tales of you, misthios. Of your triumphs and achievements. They're impressive... if they're true.
Kassandra:That depends on what you've heard.
Maion:I've heard a lot. A warrior adventuring across the land. Sometimes they're half beast. Or half god. But always an Eagle Bearer.
Maion:Tell me... Is any of it true?
Kassandra:There's some truth in the stories, but they're mostly fantasy.
Maion:Good answer. I don't care if the stories are true - I can see you have it in you. A capacity for greatness. The potential to be... a real hero.
Maion:I'm Maion.
Kassandra:Kassandra.
Maion:If you want to truly live, Kassandra, to become Hero of the Arena, and to win riches beyond your wildest dreams, you'll need to fight in my arena.
(Accept - "I'll fight in your arena.")
Kassandra:Sounds interesting.
Maion:Good. Take my boat and head up the Pephka coast towards the shipwreck and into the mouth of the valley. There you'll find the entrance to my arena and Skoura, who handles my fighters.
Maion:If he sees what I see in you, I think he'll have much to be excited about.
Kassandra took the nearby boat and sailed east along the shore.
Kassandra:Maion said to look for shipwrecks...
As she sailed, she spotted more and more shipwrecks.
Kassandra:The shipwrecks should lead me to the arena.
She eventually found the mouth of a valley. Ikaros' scouting confirmed the Arena's entrance and a man standing outside it.
Kassandra:That must be Skoura.
Sailing into the mouth, she marveled at the entrance.
Kassandra:What an entrance...
She brought the boat to a stop near the dock.
Kassandra:Barnabas told me about The Arena. I should give it a go.
Before going any further, Kassandra inspected the altars honoring the current arena champions, starting with the largest in the center.
Kassandra:Vasilis. The King of the Arena. A Spartan braggart. But with the skills to back it up...
She inspected the Athenian altar to the center's left.
Kassandra:Titos. The Rock of Athens. Skilled soldier. Not to be discounted...
She inspected the altar on the far left.
Kassandra:Klaudios. The King of Bandits. He's tricky. Deception is his trade...
She inspected the Spartan altar to the center's right.
Kassandra:Belos. The Beast of Sparta. Devours his enemies. They call him death...
She inspected the altar on the far right.
Kassandra:Evanthe. The Huntress. Just when you think she's cornered, she stabs from the side...
Having completed her inspection, Kassandra approached