Shadow entered Meltokio, he had seen it a while ago, and assuming that if he was closer to civilisation, the easier it would be to meet up again with Volt, he had headed for it. Since he usually didn't pay attention to what people were saying, he hadn't noticed that the odd travelers he met spoke a different language. And on entering the city, he didn't notice for all the noise, even though it was getting quite late.
Shadow entered a rather inviting looking Inn, went to up to the barkeeper, simply saying, 'Room.'
The barkeeper thought he hadn't heard the man correctly, because the word was indecipherable, at least to him. After the man repeated the word however, the barkeeper was sure he had spoken in another language. A few teens, hearing this too, went up to Shadow, patting him on the back, ordering a drink for him, and being generally friendly.
Being naturally suspicious, and violent, and bloodthirsty, Shadow's hand dropped to his sword. This caused a few of the other teens in the bar to move away from him imperceptibly... or perceptibly, including some of the teenagers who'd welcomed him. This, however, was enough provocation that one of the teens, one right behind Shadow. Shadow slumped to the floor as the cudgel hit him in the back of the head. It soon degenerated into a barroom nrawl, whilst the young man who had hit Shadow, made away with his body.
Shadow woke up in a dank cell. Shadow relaxed in the quiet, he enjoyed it, but he also had no idea why he was here, and was ready to kill the next person who entered his cell. Shadow was also annoyed that his fine bastard sword had been taken from him. And then, a door, or rather a wall of the cell was removed, showing a vast arena, and in the middle, Shadow's sword. Shadow didn't wait a second to run out and grab it.