Nameless nodded as he stood up, realizing that while Bear had the best handle on his lychan tendencies of anyone else he had met, he still had a hard time keeping them in check with a dripping steak nearby. He slipped out, and scribbled down a brief report about the two sectors in question, noting again that it was nothing more than hunches and what he had seen, and nothing concrete, but those areas felt bad, like a slowly festering wound, not like the rest of town, where it festered but was tolerable, this felt more like a slowly brewing riot, or worse. He then made a copy, and sealed them with wax, using the hilt of his bracer's switchblade as his 'seal,' before slipping one under Bear's door, and giving another to the thief that held all information for the Guildmaster, and was almost as close to the Guildmaster as he and Bear were.<br/><br/>He grinned as he arrived in times for the games, and idly tossed a silver into the Piper's betting pool, noting it had better odds, but wasn't honestly worried, as he paid a gold for the 'high-mid' tier seats. Not the sealed sections of the arena with their own slave girls to serve and amuse the renters, those cost several dozen gold at least, and had to be rented months in advance, but the one he was slipping into was an open box with the best public view. He notes that while the teams had already started, a couple on both sides had been eliminated already, the Tigers losing a couple to traps, and the Pipers to a sniper, who then walked into a trap. He sat down and watched from a corner, his gaze suddenly drawn to the central chamber where one combatant was glowing as she healed an injured teammate.