The scene lain before you is one that gives you the feeling of being placed under a higher authority. The jury is out. A statue of Pontius Pilate is in the aft of the Arena. Staring balefully, the statue faces a distant hillside where many aged crosses still stand. The Arena is set in a wide pit-like field of trampled bloodstained grass, and is guarded by high walls of veinous marble. A bloodstone seat awaits the true paragon of Romanity.