The stadium is much fuller than it was for Vidal's trial. This one is a priest of Iomedae and the hero of the revolution or else she's a murderous scoundrel. They'll surely learn today. The seats are full an hour before the event is scheduled to start, and some wizards are entertaining the crowd with an aerial display while they wait.
The betting has her hanging, rather than the Final Blade, because a reasonable share of people know enough to know that you aren't headed anywhere too bad if you're a priest of Iomedae and only some of those doubt that she's in fact any kind of priest of Iomedae. There's a very sincere preacher fellow trying to convince the bettors that it's indecent to hang women and you ought to have the axe, perhaps under the misapprehension that the bettors actually decide the outcome. There are people selling woodcuts where Valia is holding out a speech but the whole speech is blotted out by ink, that having been determined to be the safest sort of claim to attribute to Valia Wain in this moment. There are an enormous number of pamphleteers, selling an enormous variety of pamphlets.
There are a great many soldiers stationed, armored and ready, just outside the stadium and also everywhere in the city. A would-be pamphleteer badgers fully a hundred paladins trying to get any of them to answer if Wain's guilty or not - they're paladins, they ought to know! They're selling hotcakes, and beer, and rotten fruit to throw (throwing rotten fruit is not allowed, and the sellers know that, but the buyers don't).