[center][h2][color=7bcdc8][b]Mikeil Thae-Araste[/b][/color][/h2][hr][hider= ][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c1d78d11-8fb3-49fe-8ed3-45594914b98b/dd76nkq-7607c4a8-652f-4ad4-874e-b5c72ff9746d.jpg/v1/fill/w_816,h_979,q_70,strp/choir_by_victorbang_dd76nkq-pre.jpg[/img][/hider][/center]His head tilted at the harsh words for the Oro among them, but he didn't falter, didn't blink, and the small bemused smile never left his features. The woman, clearly flustered, departed and he admitted to himself that he would love to prove her wrong one day...if she survived that long.

His eyes drifted and fell upon the owner of the man who had answered his question, his smile grew faintly and he nodded. [color=7bcdc8][b]"Excellent,"[/b][/color] he said with genuine satisfaction. The newcomer, another woman, joined in on their discourse and he raised an eyebrow faintly, his amber eyes flickering faintly as if with firelight. As with the other stranger, Ryba departed before the two men, and so Mikeil turned to Sahale. [color=7bcdc8][b]"We will meet again,"[/b][/color] he said with a brief, close-eyed smile, before turning away and waving over his shoulder. However, as he shifted his attention he caught motion in the sky above, a brief figure, swooping through the air before disappearing into the portal.

His step not faltering he reoriented and headed for that same destination secure in the knowledge that for now he only had four contenders. His scouting had been quite successful, for now he had something of an impression of three, while the fourth struck him as a reclusive sort. A low chuckle exited his throat as he made his way to the portal. Already prepared for the conflict ahead he had no need to gear up and no desire to spend precious coin on further items no matter the edge they might give him.

In his mind he rattled off what he knew of the other contenders, the Champions, as it were.

[i]A pureblood Oro, hot blooded and arrogant, self-assured.
Sahale of the Sol bloodline, though he was unsure if that was all. He was confident, even tempered, if rude and prone to conflict.
Ryba Seraph hybrid, going by physique and the implications of her words. Even tempered, calm, humble, perhaps even calculating.
A seraph with unsure lineage. Reclusive, but observant.[/i]

He considered the arms and armaments he had witnessed on each of their forms and decided that Ryba and the unknown seraph were perhaps the most dangerous of the lot whereas Sahale and the tyro woman were the most likely to become obstacles of a different sort.

Mikeil's thoughts now soundly in order he took a deep breath and took the last few steps into the portal, amusement plain on his features.

He was looking forwards to this challenge.