Will nodded and grasped Elijah’s forearm, pulling himself to his feet. “Can I stop for a quick slash before we go?” he asked as they were lead out of the cell. “Pissing my pants in the ring wouldn’t be great for the punters.” He wouldn’t take the cup into the ring. He’d use it, and hide it behind a cistern until he could come back for it later. Just a quick bite, not too much, he didn’t want indigestion now.