“An actual live dragon?“ Tristan asked. His eyes were wide. He was obviously very fascinated by that, and he had a lot of questions. When Faith said that she would tell him all about it over dinner though, he nodded though. “I’d appreciate it. And I could do that. I could ask Saoire about the cat people and the frog people. They are kind of like Cadouri, so she may know something about them”, he mused. He’d been quite fascinated by the residents of the Misty Miasma since he had gone on an adventure there and wanted to learn more about them, in no small part for Mistral’s sake. He deserved to know.
When Faith told him what kind of information Elisabeth and Fastia were giving away, he listened attentively, occasionally furrowing his brow a little. He was quite impressed by the fact that she had learned all those things in the span of a few short bits – he hadn’t seen much besides a highly entertaining fight - and he tried to keep what she had said in mind as a consequence. Faith, he decided, was great. “What do you see when you look at Fastia though?” he wanted to know and glanced at Elisabeth’s scaly opponent.
While Faith was looking around a lot, Tristan was mostly focused on her and on the fights – because that was what he had come for, after all. He did check if anybody looked like they might need medical intervention though. When Faith nodded to Balthazar, he turned his head as well. The human did appear to be rather showy and flamboyant, but he was also really, really good. When Ilaren declared him the winner, he thus applauded enthusiastically.
A few moments later, when Faith revealed that there were people in the crowd that were watching Elisabeth and Balthazar specifically, he furrowed his brow thoughtfully. He didn’t say anything to her or try to see if he could find the supposed watchers though. He didn’t want to accidentally reveal that they knew that someone was watching, but he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on. It could be something as harmless as people paying attention to Elisabeth and Balthazar because they’d made a bet, or it could be something more concerning – such as an attack on one of the fighters, as Faith had mentioned.
Besides that, the matter of people giving information away and being watched had raised another question. “What kind of information are we giving away?” he wanted to know, keeping his tone of voice purposefully low. They were not fighting, but they might still reveal something important about themselves through the way they were interacting with each other, or through the way they reacted to the fights – or even through the way they were standing. He wouldn’t change the way that he acted – he didn’t see a reason to; he didn’t think he was being targeted by anybody right now – but he couldn’t help but wonder.
In the meantime, the fight continued. Elisabeth, Tristan observed, was rather durable. Fastia’s attack had caused little damage, and before long the human woman was pummeling her opponent. The Ithecal appeared to be far from done though. She tried to attack her with her tail again (He was really quite amazed by that tail!). He applauded. A moment later, when Elisabeth ducked and simultaneously attempted to sweep Fastia’s legs out from under her, he held his breath. He still didn’t know who he wanted to win. He was quite impressed by Fastia’s tail and her high-flying antics, but Elisabeth’s toughness was amazing as well.
“You mentioned that you’d have to overwhelm her if you want to beat her”, he remarked to Faith. “There’s another thing you’d have to take into consideration. If you want to beat her, it will take a long time – or you’ll have to use a lot of force. She’s tough!” he observed. He was quite proud of his own bit of strategic thinking, he had to admit.
When the bakery girl approached them and offered them sweetrolls, Tristan couldn’t help but chuckle. “She’s not my sweetheart”, he said a moment later in a serious tone of voice, but with an obvious smile on his face and briefly glanced at Faith, wondering what she thought of that. “Sweetrolls would be greatly appreciated though”, he admitted.
When Faith told him what kind of information Elisabeth and Fastia were giving away, he listened attentively, occasionally furrowing his brow a little. He was quite impressed by the fact that she had learned all those things in the span of a few short bits – he hadn’t seen much besides a highly entertaining fight - and he tried to keep what she had said in mind as a consequence. Faith, he decided, was great. “What do you see when you look at Fastia though?” he wanted to know and glanced at Elisabeth’s scaly opponent.
While Faith was looking around a lot, Tristan was mostly focused on her and on the fights – because that was what he had come for, after all. He did check if anybody looked like they might need medical intervention though. When Faith nodded to Balthazar, he turned his head as well. The human did appear to be rather showy and flamboyant, but he was also really, really good. When Ilaren declared him the winner, he thus applauded enthusiastically.
A few moments later, when Faith revealed that there were people in the crowd that were watching Elisabeth and Balthazar specifically, he furrowed his brow thoughtfully. He didn’t say anything to her or try to see if he could find the supposed watchers though. He didn’t want to accidentally reveal that they knew that someone was watching, but he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on. It could be something as harmless as people paying attention to Elisabeth and Balthazar because they’d made a bet, or it could be something more concerning – such as an attack on one of the fighters, as Faith had mentioned.
Besides that, the matter of people giving information away and being watched had raised another question. “What kind of information are we giving away?” he wanted to know, keeping his tone of voice purposefully low. They were not fighting, but they might still reveal something important about themselves through the way they were interacting with each other, or through the way they reacted to the fights – or even through the way they were standing. He wouldn’t change the way that he acted – he didn’t see a reason to; he didn’t think he was being targeted by anybody right now – but he couldn’t help but wonder.
In the meantime, the fight continued. Elisabeth, Tristan observed, was rather durable. Fastia’s attack had caused little damage, and before long the human woman was pummeling her opponent. The Ithecal appeared to be far from done though. She tried to attack her with her tail again (He was really quite amazed by that tail!). He applauded. A moment later, when Elisabeth ducked and simultaneously attempted to sweep Fastia’s legs out from under her, he held his breath. He still didn’t know who he wanted to win. He was quite impressed by Fastia’s tail and her high-flying antics, but Elisabeth’s toughness was amazing as well.
“You mentioned that you’d have to overwhelm her if you want to beat her”, he remarked to Faith. “There’s another thing you’d have to take into consideration. If you want to beat her, it will take a long time – or you’ll have to use a lot of force. She’s tough!” he observed. He was quite proud of his own bit of strategic thinking, he had to admit.
When the bakery girl approached them and offered them sweetrolls, Tristan couldn’t help but chuckle. “She’s not my sweetheart”, he said a moment later in a serious tone of voice, but with an obvious smile on his face and briefly glanced at Faith, wondering what she thought of that. “Sweetrolls would be greatly appreciated though”, he admitted.