Trying to conceal a yawn Evelyn walked with the man to where Frisko was in the back. She didn't want to appear tired or weak, after all, especially since she isn't sure when she'll have to compete. It could be today for all she knew. Walking confidently with her head held high she stood before Frisko. "Good morning." she replies neutrally, keeping things cool for the moment. She accepted the scroll, glancing over it briefly while Frisko explained everything to her. It seemed like a standard thing except for the final bit. What she was using as her stake to enter the tournament. Once she signed the contract she was bound, not just by law but by her own oaths as well. Unless they wanted her to do something totally against her code she would be stuck....and she suspected their interests would probably be similar to what Frisko's interests were. It's easy to think that she could just win the tournament and not worry about that, but...she had no clue what she was up against.  In the end though she knew she had no choice...she had to move forward, to help the goddess.<br/><br/>When Frisko locks the door Evelyn opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again when he motioned for quiet. Feeling a bit suspicious she listened to the second part, about her gear and what would happen with it. She couldn't really trust her blade to anyone, but at least Frisko's motivations were pretty transparent. And the sword wouldn't really fetch much, as its true power could only be tapped by her, as far as she knew. "I....I really couldn't offer anything now, I need to remain fresh for the competition." she said diplomatically "But I'd sign that agreement for a cut of my winnings...or service if I lose." she says in a low voice, still feeling apprehensive about the whole thing. "I don't have much to stone in any case." she frowned in thought "What sort of opponents will I be running into? And how...serious does it get? I can't imagine it is to the death, otherwise no one could collect if I lost."