Destin didn't move an inch as the events around him unfolded, from the noble's speech to the fight between beauty and beast. The man was resolute and firm like an iron wall, listening to the chaos unfolding around him all while unblinkingly staring towards the royal seat on the far end of the courtyard. His eyes only shifted when Endar announced that everyone was allowed to leave, as long as they appear in the arena soon enough. Destin nodded firmly and tied up the sword he had with him again, fastening it to his back to ensure that the lump of metal did not get removed from his person. The man turned, intent on leaving. However, it seemed that the frail one still had something left to say. They could not make it any more obvious, with that theatrical way of movement they had.

[color=f6989d]“A friendly word of advice: the most unassuming looking gladiator is often the most dangerous,”[/color]

Destin snorted. One's danger is never to be assumed, it is to be felt. Was this tiny one trying to pass him off as the most skilled one in the room, being unassuming looking himself? Did he think himself better then the rest, feeling the need to share his wisdom? Foolish nonsense, but it wasn't Destin's place to comment, as this man would fight alongside him in the bloodsports to come. As they finished their little spiel, warning them to not get on the bad side of the ladies, the man left again with more theatrics. Destin could only hope his ability was as extensive as the range of gestures that man could make.

Destin looked to the table, seeing the two Tyreni who still remained. In particular, he glanced at the red-headed one who had been mostly quiet.

[color=7bcdc8]"Let us prove ourselves in the arena,"[/color] was the only thing Destin said to the duo as he walked towards the gate himself. Aside from the lord himself, Destin will have been the only one to not have partaken in the refreshments. He nodded to the guards who escorted him through the mansion again, taking brief moments to admire the wealth on display. A man's home said much about themselves, and it seemed like lord Ignis liked to keep things modest, if rich. Modesty is an admirable trait, but as their leader he was still much too inexperienced. Then again, Destin too is inexperienced when it comes to being a gladiator...

Eventually the man found his way outside again, taking firm strides down the pathway back to town. A little bit aways, he passed by another cloaked figure. Destin assumed it to be the quiet woman from before, so he paid them no mind. After all, the first thing he would do was go to the tavern for an actual, hearty meal!