Uyir nods to Vernon, heading over to one of the crates and prying it open to examine its contents. Perhaps there would be something useful. He glances over back at Vernon. He did not truly trust the man, which was something he learned back in Lordran, but he was an experienced traveling companion, and far from the least trustworthy in the group.
Meanwhile, over in the arena, a rather red eccentrically dressed man with a large hat watches the fight, idly munching on something