[u][b]Thessir[/b][/u]

So it would seem they would contact him later with the date of his next match. Having little more than a night or possibly less to recover was not an attractive thought to him but it was what it was. He wasn't going to cry over it, especially not over a bottle of healing solution which he nursed as he walked.

[i]You know, why do I even bothir walking? I could just be in the city marketplace in a near instant! It's a little silly that I'm just strolling on over when I could save so much time-[/i]

He was so deep in thought that he wasn't even aware of the scene he walked in on before he was stuck right in the middle of it. Having been just shuffling along, one hand in his coat pocket and the other clutching the bottle to his lips, he looked up with some surprise when someone spoke his name aloud.

"Wha, who?" He looked around with confusion before finally landing his eyes upon the speaker, the tall blonde human who was speaking at him.

[b]"We got to have second chances right? One loss doesn't have to be out of the tournament, right? I wasn't even at my best! I have the right to be back in the tournament!"[/b]

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... Nope, he was drawing all blanks as to who this guy was. Couldn't match a name to this face for the life of him.

"Well, um..." He had to think quick! A response was needed or else he would need to straight up flee this conversation and that got people talked about. He remembered the last time he did that he created some buzz amidst the Academy rumor cycle. He had to lay low for a good while 'till that died down just to be able to pick up books without drawing numerous stares from all around. [i]Bloody gawkers the lot.[/i]

His brain hit it's stride however, conjuring up what he believed was a witty comment to inject into this dilemma he was stuck in.

"Why, of course we always have second chances." He swaggered over by the young man, leaning in a bit with a wry grin. "You just need to wait a year first." Leaning on his forward heel he spun behind the guy upon his feet like a door swinging wide open. Using the momentum he kicked off into a strut, walking with his back to them all.

"Anyhow, Et is time for shopping!" He attempted to dismiss himself without too much fuss. With all that said and done he set back into a forward slouch, his mouth sinking back into a miserable frown. He needed to make it down to the market place before it closed so he could buy ingredients to make poisons for his next fights and the hours these fights were taking place in were far from kind to him given his ordinarily nocturnal schedule.

"Bloody day-walkirs, putting events right in the middle of day time." He muttered, his exposed under-layers of skin sticking to his shirt in patches while he drained another sip of his healing potion and continued to shuffle his feet listlessly along the dry cobbled stone road.