Walking through the archway of the waiting room, Tanza's eyes quickly scanned the occupants of the room. His eyes fell upon few that interested him other than a kitsune at the opposite end of the room. Quickly deciding he should keep any eye on the kitsune, he found an empty seat to wait in. Tanza's scales silver scales gleamed slightly in the well lit room, and his tail skittered lightly above the floor as he made his way reached his chair. Skimming his eyes over the contestants once more he, smirked and busied himself in tinkering with his daggers.