Maximus shifted, the frown still deep-set upon his face, obviosuly discontent. He turned to look at the mountain as the wind ran through his pale robes and he had to grab them to keep from turning into flags.

"I'm sure that's where they intend us to go, yes," Maximus said carefully. The Gamemakers were not the fates, after all, no matter what he had believed when he had first arrived here. "Were we all poisoned and sent here?"