The small girl let out a huff. The new candidate had gathered quite a crowd, some of them rather unsavory types from what she could tell. But her, she was here just to see what was going on. She folded her arms firmly across her chest as she regarded him. One of the dragon kind, from what she could tell. The crowd his arrival had drawn drew with it some types she confessed she didn't find particularly savory... and for his part, he looked average.

Ima huffed.

He wasn't impressive, but he wasn't some obviously-malignant monster or something either. Still, that didn't mean he [i]wasn't[/i] ill-intentioned either... or potentially worse, a well-meaning idiot. To be frank, the demon girl wasn't exactly certain how she felt about this whole system of selecting an heir in general. But regardless of anything else, the black-haired girl was certain she would keep an eye on anyone who declared themselves a candidate around here. If they weren't worthy of the title in her eyes, she'd let them know!

Ignoring, well, anyone else who had approached him(her words were clearly the most important in this situation, after all), Ima marched right up to the man, shifting her hands to her hips.

"If you prove yourself unworthy of this position as a candidate for our kingship, I won't hesitate!" she declared.

That, she felt, just about covered it. She ignored the mage, the... orc? And, well... anyone else. For now, at least.