From the stands a black cloaked figure kept watch with emerald green eyes that glowed only slightly. He seemed to almost blend to the surrounding shadows near the exit into the deeper parts of the arena. He gave little hint, but the approval at such a method was there. Eiriander, known only as Meirick to anyone that didn't know him personally, actually smirked, whisps of his pure white/ice hair trailed out, to catch the light  and glint it back.