Orvalk noticed the new representants had just arrived, so he gave them the greetings, "Hello fellow comrades! My, this year the tournament will be good, look at these dinos... Brings me memories! Well, enjoy your time here, and make sure to protect your weaknesses, everyone is scanning 'bout your dinos, Ha!", Orvalk was in a good mood, his bald head would make anything funny, and he wanted to make sure everyone was feeling like at home.
Meanwhile, the Tournament Council had called Orvalk to a small meeting in one of the rooms, they had something to say, something good for him.
"Hello there, old Orvalk, as you might know your village had problems with the representative" Said one of the executives
"Problems? Sorry I didn't know that, what happened?" responded the bald man
"He refused going in the tournament, because he didn't want to fight, and we can't have another ceremony, that means..."
"That means?! Wait, you're implying that I could-"
"Exactly, do you wish to participate again in the next Tournament?"
Orvalk gave a big smile, and told his Quetzacoatl about the good news