The arena room emptied and the castles guests return back to their room where they would be staying for the time of the championship. Jasper was in the middle of talking to the judge making sure everything was arrange for tomorrow's final match. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed his sister talking with a darker man, he turned his head and noticed that the man was Zanonian without a doubt, the skin was extremely tan, his hair dark as well and his poster was not of the same formality as EverGlenn or one of the other neighboring countries.

The Golden Prince nodded at the judge and proceeded over to the two to intervene, "Jemma who is this? I do not take well with those who are at war with our country." Jasper stood with a disapproving look, not really waiting for an answer, but let her speak regardless. "Since my Father has seemed let you in for the Duels, I won't kick you out, enjoy your stay, Damien. Jemma lets go," without another word he left the arena room and headed towards his room. He went to his weapon rack and started to disarm himself so that they may be sharpened later by one of the smiths. He turned to face his sister, "I do not take a liking to any Zanonian in my presence, especially if one is talking to family, I want you to stay away from him."

He took off his vest and started to change his boots to more casual dress shoes, he needed to prepare himself for tomorrow, both mentally and physically. At the moment his body has gone through enough strain and physical output that it was better to just rest and focus on keeping his mentality on his new goal. He has never fought the Elf before and hopes that it won't be too difficult, but if anything should go wrong, he could wield with his left. He headed for the kitchen to grab something to eat, his body was hungry and needed energy to rest his muscles. After returning to his room he continued to keep his mental target on sight before going back to bed and sleeping for the night.