Tramp almost grinned, he knew Imnir was ready to leave before anyone saw the mighty fighter associating with a lowly cull. He was a bit surprised by the promise that he wouldn't be thrashed in the ring, but he was grateful for it. Not that one could be too trusting, he'd seen rigged matches, illegal fights, and enough blood spilled to think the fighting rings could ever be a place of trust or friendship.
Often it wasn't even the mokai, but their owners, some were kind and fair, but there were always those desperate for money or glory. Money, Tramp had come to learn over time, motivated the humans in the strangest ways. He's been beaten often enough for failing to earn his owner some, he knew that if he had been a fighter it would probably be worse. As a cull Tramp never had the pressure of trying to actually win a match or even fight back, all he had to do was survive.
"No that should be all...thanks." He'd have to keep an ear open and his eyes peeled for any assistance he could offer Imnir.
