SilverFang looked at the young half Delvian standing in front of him. "I was a competetor once... I was just coming back to see what happened here... If they've changed at all... I guess some of them have," he said looking at her with renewed intrest. "Ever wondered why they kept the forest? They actually had to replant the whole thing you know! For me! I was one of the greatest competetor there ever was..." He said, the memories flooding back into his mind of his triumphs... How he'd storm off when he won... How he always won untill his last fight... "I was the last sentient competetor as well as the first... They used to use other, hired combatents to fight me... But I killed them all!" He spoke with a bitter tone to his voice as if he was disgusted by what had happened in his past. "Ever since I escaped they've used other creatures..." He shook his head with violent anger. At least this one was smart enough not to watch the fights. He noticed the little thing with her tail but said nothing. He had his own abilities that he wouldn't mention.