Beyond, there's something approaching an especially large cavern. Vast and dome-shaped, with long teeth of rock hanging from the ceiling, for the most part the stone has been shaped into high and ever-higher benches looking down on the centre. Currently, those benches are filled with jeering pirates. Atton isn't anywhere to be seen.

In the middle, there's a large circle, depressed down into the rock by ten or twelve feet, with two roughly hewn doorways on each side, through one of which Will's just come.

Opposite from him, somebody else emerges through another door. It's clear that Atton had a sense of humour when he picked Ray - technically, he follows what Will had specified, that his opponent be around the same size as him. He's only slightly taller, only slightly broader. The joke is in the fact that, this aside, any semblance of fairness has been thrown out the window - he has battered, mismatched armour, a heavy axe in one hand and a sword in the other, and from the back of his head streams a mass of tentacles, bifurcated to hold a hammer and another sword.