Dalious laid flat on his back next to Shadar as he drew, blinking at the arena ceiling as his eye sight slowly came back to him.  Everything went from dark, to blurry, to normal rather quickly.  He massaged his shoulder wound as he relaxed and also waited for the healer to come around.  

"Consider the debt void," Dalious said.  In truth, the pirate felt like hell currently.  It was a mix of getting stabbed and blinded all while being incredibly hung over from the night before.  Perhaps he would feel better once the healer tended his wound, but he wasn't sure if that would help his throbbing headache.  

When he could see again, he glanced over and peeked at Shadar's artwork, giving a nod of approval.  "Spot on," he said, giving Vesta a glance.  He laid back down and continued to look up, his thoughts more interested now in what kind of magics Shadar was working with.  "How does one change form entirely?  I've never witnessed such a thing."  He spoke more to himself out of curiosity, not really seeking an answer.  He sat up and cracked his neck, then his knuckles.  "Say, these runes.  Would you be able to forge them into weapons or armor?  Daggers, for example?"

Dalious wanted to upgrade his equipment, as his last bout was nearly a loss due to lack of armor and poor choice in blades.  He didn't want that to happen again, he also assumed that since they all won the bout, maybe the Guratans would let them take a few supplies.  He was hopeful, anyway.  He could tell Shadar was paying little attention to him as he drew though, however that didn't stop the man from speaking.  "Maybe a flame dagger and an ice one?  Or, no, what about electricity?  Ooh, perhaps a vibrant mind control rune crested on a dragon forged golden armor?  A longsword that can move the very earth below?"  The pirate knew absolutely nothing about runes or magic, and so he continued in his fantasy.  "How about a silver staff that turns foes into ash and dust?  Come on!"