Spirit calmly and quite without much care at all strolled into the camp-sight. All around him he mostly saw big brawny men in full armor, a few he recognized simply by reputation, others he regarded as brutes trying to show off. He thought to himself calmly, he looked literally nothing like any of the rest. They'd probably laugh him out of the camp, at first glance, he looked very weak and frail. Under his out-ward appearance however was strong magic, people generally learned about it the hard way. He looked around the camp, trying to pin-point anyone he recognized as Jaeger from the posters. He recognized two people dueling, about it. He shrugged, not noticing anyone else important looking, and walked over. He stood a ways from the two, watching the fight. Typical people trying to show off, he sighed and dropped cross-legged onto the ground. He wondered if they'd notice him, or simply plow over him during their fight. He wasn't too worried or much in a hurry at all either way.