Jan will return her appearance to what it was before, gesturing at Marrin as well.

Marrin returns her features to normal before joining the others.

Ethel sees the group of orcs led away before Ula returns with the others. From the momentary pause before the remaining three hobgoblin guards bring the five of you into the first tunnel, Ethel can guess that they're making sure your group and the group of orcs are not in the hallway together.

A call in Ghukliak comes from the direction of the sentry post. This appears to be what your guards were waiting for. They direct you forward and you quickly traverse the hallways, through the guard post, through the other tunnels and into a new arena prep room. Through each doorway the same routine as usual is observed. The panel is flipped open, a guard looks out to survey the area, keys are used, and two doors in the same hallway are never open at the same time.

This new prep room is similar to the one you have been in before. A short tunnel appears to lead into the arena. A table dominates the center of the room with another against the wall. But one big difference is immediately noticeable. It's otherwise empty. There are no weapons, no amulets, no cane, no instruments of any kind.

Before closing the door on you, the hobgoblins just point to the tunnel to the arena and indicate you should continue on.

The familiar sounds of spectators entering the viewing area can be heard through the tunnel.

Jan:

Marrin takes a deep breath through her nose before whispering to herself,

"Show time."

She heads out to see what the cheering is for.

"So boys, what's on the agenda tonight?", Jan says, grimacing a bit as she rubs her neck.

Avaria keeps her head tall as she walks on through the tunnel into the arena.  Assuming there will be a speaker for the event, she will ready shifting into her more bestial form once the speaker has started whatever fight they were walking into.

When the hobgoblins leave, and the party are alone in the tunnel, Ula pulls out the healing potion she was given from the merchant at the docks. She shows it to everyone in the party. “I can get us favours at the docks… But we’ve been asked to ‘put on a very particular show’…”.

”I’m to take a beating and look like it’s all over before making a comeback… Now I can heal you all, but if I go down, and there are no other options, someone has to give me this, on the quiet… Thrn we have to win…”.

If there are questions, she says, “If I look like I’m getting my arse handed to me, that’s fine, I’m tough… if I go down though… you know what to do…”. She kisses the little vial and tucks it in her clothes making it obvious where it’s gone.

”All okay? That okay?…We ready?”, she asks before eventually heading in.

If there are no objections, she will try to get to the front.

(Shoot, I was going to have Avaria ask Ula about this and then it completely slipped my mind)

Avaria nods to Ula, "I have the same vial and same request.  I cannot heal you as I'm sure you know, but I am to also take a beating, and here is where my vial is." and she points to the location.  "I might fake going down after so many blows so that you hopefully won't need to use any healing on me."

The group enter the arena and blink furiously to adapt to the bright light pouring down from above. The crowd whistles and claps a little when they enter. As you look up and about, you see a few patrons still entering the viewing area. 

Almost in unison your eyes lock on to one group of spectators. You see the bald and bearded senior William Hargrove. Next to him, her arm linked in his, stands the dual longsword wearing, red-headed Gillian Hargrove, who, when compared with the next person in line, appears likely to be William Hargrove's partner. On the otherside of Gillian is another familiar bald and bearded Hargrove; a blend of William and Gillian and you're companion from the Rose Marie, Godrick Hargrove. Where William and Gillian smile at your appearance in the arena, Godrick stares at the five of you, no emotion noticeable on his face. 

Next to that trio, on William's side, stand a pair of lizardfolk warriors. Occasionally William Hargrove leans over and says something to them.

Standing on the editor's platform you see a new face. A stout young human woman with unkempt shocks of red hair, stands where you've seen William and Gillian officiate. She
wears the outfit of a bar maid, though heavy leather boots and several sheathed blades confuse the look; there must be at least six daggers on her belt plus a rapier. Where Godrick appears to have gotten the hard lines from his parent, this newcomer appears equally related but has acquired the smiles and red hair.

"Welcome, welcome, all" she says in a loud but friendly voice. "Stop trying to steal from each other and, er, please find some room."

She pauses and looks down, noticing the five of you for the first time. "Oh. Hi down there. I'm, um, I'm Gertrude. Now where's the other, um, team."

As if on cue, the five orcs, lead by the wiry, muscular, dreadlocked one step out on to the sand from the other side of the arena.

Gertrude claps her hands together.

"Okay. Now, um. You know how I feel about fighting. And er, if you don't, well, you do now," Gertrude continues. "But that doesn't, um, mean we can't, er, have a lot of fun this morning."

As Gertrude speaks, you notice that next do you is a large cage. It's open topped with sides about 3' high. There's no gate but you can easily reach in from the top. At this point it's empty. 

Across the sand you can see that there's a similar care next to the orcs.

"We'll play capture the um, well flag instead today. "Gertrude says. "But first, um, we need flags."

She raises her left hand and waves it down at another entrance to the arena. Two goblins, neither of whom you recognize, wheel a large cage on rollers into the middle of the arena. It's covered with a large cloth but you can hear the unmistakable sound of clucking.

One of the goblins removes the cloth and you can see half a dozen fat white chickens in a coop.

"When I ring this bell, you'll all have until I ring the bell again to get as many of those, um, er, flags, into your cage," Gertrude says. "Stealing from each other is fair game, but remember, damaged flags don't count, so don't hurt the little chickens."

The goblins open a gate in the coop and push the chickens out into the sand. The six birds begin strutting and pecking in the sand. The orcs stare, nostrils flaring, and glare up at Gertrude.

"Oh behave. Everyone loves to see big warriors chase chickens." She says. "On your marks, get set, go."

Gertrude rings a bell.

Roll initiative and get those chickens without getting clobbered too much by the orcs.

“Nice… yes… okay… … But let’s make sure any fake going down still involves writhing and movement…. … Flat out ‘still’ means somethings not right”.

”Let’s go!”.

"Chickens?!"

Avaria's initiative  19

And unless there is an issue with it, she shifts once Gertrude says go since she readied that bonus action?

Jan would almost be tempted to laugh at the task if it weren't for their current predicament otherwise.

Initiative: 13

In the cavern before coming out,

"If either of you drop I can get you back up, save the potions unless we actually need them. They may be more useful later."

During Gertrude's introduction after she introduces herself and they are waiting for the orcs Marrin will yell up to her,

"Hi Gertrude!"

After the game is laid out she'll ask quietly,

"Not sure this is a competition to pretend to drop during? Ethel, can you put some of them to sleep right off? The orcs, not the chickens."

Initiative: 11

Ethel squints upward at the Hargroves, both from the blinding sunlight and from disgust.  What wildgrown hedonism.  Bloodsport, while depraved and dehumanizing, at least traces roots back to the very oldest of civilizations.  A... chicken chase?  At this point, they are expending themselves inventing new ways to debase themselves and humiliate their prisoners.

"Yes," Ethel responds quietly to Marrin.  "I'll try to get as many of them as I can."

Initiative:  3

Ula smiles at Marrin, in the tunnel, her eyes sparkling a little, “Right on!… okay: save the potions if we can. Got it!”.

Initiative: 8 

Initiative Order:

Chickens

Avaria

Dreadlocked Orc and Orc 2

Ula

Orc 3 and Orc 4

Jan and Marrin

Orc 5

Ethel

The chickens squawk and kick back their feet. Two run across the sand towards the north, two don't move at all except to peck at each other, and the final two head south.

Avaria's up. 

Avaria looks down at the chickens, totally feeling dumbfounded by the entire situation.  She then looks at the orcs, trying to decide whether offense or defense was the way to go about this.  

Not wanting to give up any ground against the orcs, she finally decides to try for one of the two chickens in the middle of the arena.  Feeling quite foolish attempting to sneak up on a chicken that is currently battling another one, she goes to grab the little guy, pinning his wings against it's body.

Medium attack?  (attack roll is a +6 for unarmed, so going with that?)  Attack: 7

Athletics check  7

And if she succeeds, she puts the chicken in their pen.  Then stands guard.