Hale looks at the bag silently, tears forming slightly in his eyes as he holds the bag close to his chest, looking down and tucking it under his cot as one of the guards taps the bars of his cell lightly to tell him it was his turn. He slowly walks out, taking up a sword and dagger from the rack of weapons, as well as a shield which he fixes over his back, and another over his chest. He smiles slightly, knowing the guards all thought him crazy for such an odd get-up, but he knew it would help... He slips the dagger into his belt and draws another sword, walking into the arena slowly, closing his eyes as he hears the catcalls and boos, waiting for his opponent.