Thorns are for Protection @cmdydirector He's certain that if his identity gets figured out by more of the populace, or even if he's recognized further outside of his armor, he will have to pin up his hair and style it, or at worst cut it, especially with the rumors that he'd heard amongst the grapevine. He needed to figure out if it was all true or merely another woven lie. The other's appearance is an unexpected event, but not one he isn't still prepared for; should it come down to it, he could still bring his lance to him with ease. He hopes he doesn't have to. He only wants to bring it forth in the case of self-defense, not because he let something like anger cloud him with illogical sense. The way the other's gaze scans over him, had he been the troubled youth so long ago at the temple steps, he might have flinched or even gone as far as to hug himself. Here? He keeps confident, amplified by his upright stance and arms lax at his sides, but there are still the edges of tension within his relaxed state. Able to react swiftly should any action be required.
"I am merely here to investigate something that transpired on this planet, while only being a witness to the games. I hold no interest in participation or claiming that prize for myself; witnessing it is another matter. Think of me as just another tourist."
It would be critical of him to withhold information, but his reasons for being here were another matter. Transparency in that aspect wasn't going to hurt, not exactly; he'd still keep certain truths from the light and keep them buried within the tar.
