Redd had followed silently behind the bugbear, quietly, lost in fantasies of human blood while also making sure he did not trip. He listened to the answers the elder gave, and briefly thought of what the blood of gods would taste like, however while he was ambitious, he realized that many more steps had to be taken before considering that reward, however the idea of their champions seemed like a necessary stepping stone along that path. 

He did not know what they was saying, however he found the glow of magic both ominous and tantalizing. He was already at the back of the group, so he took this time to separate himself from the group and hide in a bush. While his red skin betrayed him, sneaking is a lot easier when no one is looking for you. 

It seemed like they was about to do something, probably violent, however what are they was about to do would be the prefect time to strike. He took a twig from the ground, and began to use his claws to file it into a small, make-shift spear. If all went as planned, he would not need to barter for the valuable human blood, he could just take it.