"Fair is fair," Dalious said to the prince.  He was honored to be allowed to fight for him, as he saw this opportunity as one to wash away many of his past sins.  A second chance in his mind, not one many in his shoes could ever hope to achieve.  The prince was right in being cautious of him though, as his main intent relied on making out for himself.  A clean slate and a lot of coin.  Those are what motivated the pirate, as it has always been so, except now he could do it in the legal sense. 

He gave a nod and a wink to Lora, who accepted the challenge after him.  Her beauty and kind awkwardness made the pirate raise an eyebrow at first, as he was not accustomed to females fighting in any battles.  It was bad luck to bring a woman along where he came from, but at the same time he accepted the prince's word, though he could sense a bit of unsureness in his tone.  They were a group together before he came along, so he said nothing and accepted it for what it was.  In the back of his mind though, he predicted he may have to help the lass out in one form or another.  Or perhaps she would get him killed, such is the way of woman.  

As the eight spots quickly filled up, Dalious found himself sighing and rubbing his temple from the amount of females and would be warriors fighting by his side.  They seemed a weaker choice then the sentinels that surrounded them, save for the one called Vesta, who he could tell had been through some fights based on her confidence alone.  He was only assured in his own fighting skills, however, he was but one man.  He just had to trust in the prince, though he was a young prince and whether experienced or not remained to be seen.  It mattered not, dying in a battle with a greater cause felt like a good way to go out anyway.  If only it were at sea.  The pirate gave a slight laugh to himself, thinking about how all of his dead friends must be turning in their graves right now. 

When the words were said and done, he made his way over to the lady known as Diane.  Making sure to nod to the companions as he passed them all by and unintentionally completely ignoring Ennis, he grabbed the woman's hand and kissed it without her approval.  "Apologies," he said, unsure how she would take the gesture.  "I just wanted to thank you for patching me up.  I may have to get myself yet injured again tomorrow, so that I may be conscious this time.  Until then."  He brushed back his hair and walked off, assured in his idiotic mind that she wanted him.

The dining hall was his choice of travel, as the man felt his stomach aching from hunger.  He had eaten not but berries and thistle for more days than he'd like to remember.  His eyes first spotted a roasting skewed hog that made his mouth begin to water.  He devoured everything in his path, from the meats to the greens, and everything in between.  After he was satisfied, the man moved to drink.  He grabbed a few pints of ale and moved over to one of the long tables, enjoying the music and the fights as if he were on his very own ship at sea.  The Guratans really knew how to make a man feel at home, though he suspected it may have been to fatten them up so they would be slow in the arena.  Such was not a worry for himself, though, as he was used to this sort of thing.  

"Gortul!  Come, drink with me mate," he shouted once he spotted the large sentinel.  At least he thought it was Gortul, his vision was slightly blurred at this point though he was still just getting started.  The pirate grabbed some whiskeys and more ale.  "You are large in size, my friend, but I think I can take you when it comes to drink.  Here, lets have a contest!"  Whether or not the man was to agree, Dalious downed a shot and continued on.