The woman's wrent body slumps to the dirt. A different chant echoes around the Coliseum, again led by the Masked and chorused by the Faceless. More morbid than the first, but also reverent and emphatic. The chain around the houndish Deepwood creature's neck then tightens and it is hauled back behind the portcullis. "I can smell the Deepwood on you, and the stink of Verum," says a voice from behind. It is a woman in a pointed black mask - an ant? - that wraps wholly around her face.You are used to being able to read a person's face, but all the world is a stage here. "The Five know you are here and the Amiese requires you. Follow me," she beckons.