Devaguea just raised an eyeridge at the champion, before turning and staring at Irovetti for a long second.<br/><br/>The next day, Camilla smirked as she examined the field she would be working, idly rolling her shoulders. Devaguea glanced at his companion, before rubbing against her to wish her luck, and then moving to his box. He glanced at Irovetti, before smirking. "So, bets on the winner? I will bet a thousand gold on my champion."