Xana followed along with Marco, Claudian, and Tag, heading toward the top... seats?

"Maybe you misread the tickets? Do they say which field or box?" She looked around. It definitely wasn't opulent. More like... squishy, mucky, sodden fields. And weeds. Lots of weeds, including a few that actually would catch her eye as worthy of picking cuttings from for her gardens were she looking at them. What she was looking at, instead, was what wasn't there -- the lack of luxurious box seats, opulent accomodations, comfort, privacy and more comfort. Also the pitch was very very very far from them.

"This can't be right. Seriously. Check the tickets, Marco."