Desmond looked to the very gentlemanly dressed man and sighed "im Desmond. I come from the vallies of sand" he said in response to the man's proper introduction. He sighed and shook his head at the idea of rivalry. It made no sense. This wasn't a competition between the siuter's if anything it was really just a chance for the princess to test the waters between everyone, it was her decision so there was no point in fighting. He looked to the man and grinned widely something about him spoke to his darker senses but he couldn't point out what "I wouldn't call us rivals.....more like fellow contestants " he said with a chuckle. A contest sounded more fun than a war, although he was pretty ready to go to war for a kingdom of this magnitude. His darker instincts began bubbling inside him, more and more he wanted to betray the kingdom and slaughter them all, but he kept his cool. This was far too important right now