Jarek would follow along taking in the sights of so many of his fellow orcs and goblins. Every sort of monstrous humanoid and they were all about freely. He would have hated the times when he might have been living in war camps or such. Trying to vie for barbaric supremacy. Didn't mean he couldn't fake it well. He was certain that eventually there would be some job where he's supposed to act like a brute, and happily molest every elf he could see. Well that's usually how the novels go at least but maybe he's been reading one too many romance book and with much more fluff and wordplay.<br/><br/>Everyone was elegantly dressed and looked like proper aristocrats and nobility. Or at the very least they looked like decent folk that he would usually be sharing a bit of brandy with. As Jarek Shatterspine however he hadn't been used to such luxuries in some time and it made him irritable. Irritable that a lot of his stuff had been taken, and that he was forced down to where the name was stricken from the record and his gear was the only thing he truly owned at this point in time. He swore to change all that. That cathedral looked a lot more impressive up close. He wasn't the type for religion but he was more or less the type for the sins of forbidden fruit. Hearing that they were participating in a tournament and  furthermore needing to help with an investigation he would inquire.<strong>"Granted we don't discuss the details yet, but color me interested and heres to hoping for a proper payment. When we are nice and privately tucked away, do fill us in on what you want Saree. For now let's discuss more details on the tournament itself and our sponsor, the lady Naiyu-hama."</strong>