<strong>Character:</strong>Henrik Raubriter<br/><strong>  Location:</strong>Proving Grounds stands<br/><strong>        Time:</strong>Day 1 Noon<br/><strong>   Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Cedric was not the only would be competitor that was busily watching his opponents, and studying their moves. Down below him, along the very bottommost rows, was a man who was wearing a rather nice, but strictly utilitarian black cloak made of fine dyed leather.  Though Henrik found it ostentatious, he had decided a small amount of such might suit him best in other matters; besides that, it was actually quite comfortable.<br/><br/>For the most part, Henrik's look was one of great distance, as if entirely unaffected by the cheering and jeering of the crowd, and the fury of battle in the ring. He was well aware of all that happened around him, but, he simply remained beyond it, in some ways.<br/><br/>He was, much like Cedric, somewhat... disappointed in the quality of the fighters so far. However, he reasoned, with over a hundred competitors, it stood to reason that their would be some dregs; and in the first few days, they would be decanted off.