The Gladiator

Warily, you approach the front gate on your horse. There are crowds going in and out of the gates, and a few guards are checking the crowds for any obvious threats. Although you are confident that if anyone wanted to get in with any kind of threat on their person, they would have no trouble doing it.
One of the guards eyes your diblade nervously as you pass through the gates.
"What's your business, stranger?" he ask you, singling you out from the rest of the crowd.