Ivan was selling his wares when he heard talk of the fighting tournament and jumped with glee. He had always wanted to join but was never in town at the right time, or had other duties, but not today. Smelling his way by the sent of booze he managed to get to the tryout sheets and eventually managed to spell his name. He was getting better at that. Sitting down next to a large man smelling of booze he smiled to him before looking away. "I'm excited, aren't you" he said not even looking to a single person.