Jaspar continues to wander about the arena. He can hear the crowd cheer and holler, tempo and volume swelling and faltering in time with the match happening within. It must be particularly exciting, from the sound of things, but the Stone Villager just can't tear his eyes away from the stories that surround him. There's a history engraved in the columns here; an ancient culture reflected in the arches and hallways. Admittedly, there's something even more intriguing that Jaspar can't help but wonder about: the Mask of Flight. Did it really power the entire arena by itself? What did it look like? Did its coloration fade from the passage of time? As he wanders the hallways, he keeps an eye out for any sign of where the Mask is being kept.