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"Well, you're in for a treat." Siom watched the champion glide through a slow and easily predictable attack. An unusual tactic, but in his defense, he knew next to nothing of his opponents attacks. It was a decent way to judge one's challenger. Siom continued to watch anxiously. He was still waiting for the match to begin.

((Hooray for post count!!))
((lol, Siom was there when the group first met Roy on the way to the elven settlement. He was the one who stopped Dark from using the his curse's power in Roy's fight with Dark. On the other hand, within realization - Wow! - I think you're right in the fact they've never spoken before now.))

Par'il had watched Roy approach as he remained a few rows above the sitting couple. Maybe it is because the elf truly is highly unnoticeable, but Roy seemed to ignore completely ignore his presence as he descended the stands. Par'il didn't really care about the fact, but he did find the large creature to be of interest.

Remembering the stranger from the travels to the elven village, as well as watching him during his fight within the arena. Siom, merely raised his hand in greeting without looking away from the battlefield. By quickly assuming the dragonborn was indirectly stating Isaac was weak, somewhat offended Siom. As he lowered his hand, he scowled for a moment, but then dismissed the assumption - Graff WAS quite the challenger. To lighten his own mood, he decided to move the conversation in a more casual direction. "So, finding your way around the place alright, Sir Dragon?" His now serious expression remained unchanged despite become excited by seeing the guard break move once again.

Dark had retired to his room after tucking away Adeva. He took off his jacket and dropped it to the floor before he let fall the bandanna hiding his face. He was lost. Feeling horrible, about the whole incident, he sat down on the bed, sliding off his shirt which wreaked from the havoc of the days before. The lightly muscled, bare skin seemed relieved to breathe once more. Dark merely remained in the unlit room, motionless. Time seemed to move by hours to the second.
"IRON SNAKES!!"
The man looked up as a shout came from the arena. Slowly letting his gaze fall back to the floor, he decided. 'I'm here to fight in the arena. That's what I'm going to do.' He grabbed a new shirt out of his sack of provisions and threw it on. Pulling his jacket up over his shoulders, and wrapping the cloth around his scarred face, he opened the door and headed out.
Upon arrival to the arena, he saw a group in the stands. As he headed closer, he realized the tall figure was Roy. He paused and glared at the monster, rubbing his arms as if they still burnt of the flames which engulfed them. Had Siom not been sitting there, Dark may have actually tried something that could've harmed the overgrown lizard, but for now, he would only wait until he had a chance to get back at the creature. He turned to the closest seat and flopped into it. He was still quite the ways away from everyone as he watched the fight.