Ruchette didn't turn for a matter of seconds after the concealed man approached her and began to speak, not even bothering to feign interest in the conversation...at least not at first. However, she did find it unusual that, with all the powerful people around, he chose to approach her. Why? She was used to being approached by men, but as far as she could tell this was different in a couple of ways.  Perhaps he was trying to gleam vital information about her in the off chance that they would become opponents, but the questions seemed more personal than that. He was an unusual one, forcing her to ponder about him while most didn't get a second glance, or even a first glance for that matter. She turned her head lazily towards him, at least giving him that much for his efforts, although certainly not for his benefit, her face taking on a slightly dour expression as if he was interrupting something important.

"This tournament may or may not be deserving of attention, but the possibility does exist. Tell me more about this "scope" that you speak of," she commanded in a calm manner. If she was annoyed by his intrusion, she didn't reveal it in her voice.

Her left hand rested on her hip, her right one hanging loosely at her side. Her gaze only acknowledged him for the second or two of her reply before shifting back elsewhere, her long hair flicking over her shoulder as she turned her head away. One would think that she wasn't even paying attention to whatever answers came to her own inquiry, just like how she was acting when he first approached her. However, he had at least some of her attention for the time being while she simultaneously observed other potential points of interest. There was the obvious skeletal being and the other dreamers, who she didn't know of as such but could tell of their importance. Not only them, but here eyes fell on many other people in turn. Yes, the scope here may be very interesting indeed.

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Some people eyed Evvie with questioning or un-approving stares as she darted past them. How could a kid such as herself get access to such a high end tournament? She was not, and could not, be any match of an adult. At least that was the prevailing thought, but those with vision greater than them were able to see past their superficial reasoning. Inside her small body held a massive amount of potential, which even now gave her physical abilities far outclassing what most were capable of, a level that of the famed dragons which many worlds revered. Perhaps the dreamers wanted to see how much of that potential would be brought out here, or perhaps she was just a pawn to bring out someone else's potential should they manage to defeat her. Or perhaps, either way that went, they would just be glad with the massive ratings that her fight would bring out when the audience realized the scope of her power. They did care about tv ratings...right? Or actually, the other options weighed more heavily on their minds then such superficial things, it could be assumed.

As Evvie messed around within the great hall, daydreaming about her awesome her battle might look, her feet suddenly both planted themselves in front of her as she came to an abrupt stop, the cause of this change in behavior being a group of newcomers advancing into the area just off to her right. The young man with fox ears...what were they called again? How nostalgic. But where was this thought coming from? The memories felt like they were on the tip of her brain, yet she couldn't quite find access to them. A rivalry? A friendship? Or was it something else...