Mayt Marris
Mayt had hoped to get back before the games started on the last day, but that didn't seem to be happening. The train had been running late- as all his trains seemed to lately- and his broken arm didn't speed up getting off at all. But before too too long Mayt was walking through the city, grumbling to himself and dragging his wheeled luggage behind him. He had left his weapon inside his luggage this time, figuring that he probably wouldn't be doing too much fighting for the short time he expected to be remaining in the city.
Eventually- finally- Mayt arrived at the stadium. It only took him a few moments to get inside and start on his way up to his guild's seating, taking his luggage with him, figuring that they might not be staying at the hotel after this last event. Once he got outside, he took a quick note that things were already well on their way, and started to head back to one of the upper seats when he noted Ariel pushing herself against the back wall, and the wings on either side. Puzzled, he approached her, leaving his suitcase next to the exit back to the hallways of the stadium
"Hey, you alright? You look a bit... Freaked out," Mayt admitted, and his gaze shifted over to Dalton, who he gave an odd and confused look before returning his gaze back to Ariel, waiting for her response. He would stop approaching her at a reasonable, respectable distance. He wasn't going to admit that he didn't recognize her however.
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