The shores of the Arclight were alive with energy, a stark contrast to the chilly air that nipped at Dorian's skin despite the cream cable-knit sweater that he wore. He moved through the crowds of cheering spectators like a shadow, keeping to the outskirts and blending seamlessly into the background. Should any look his way they’d see nothing but an older man, perhaps drawn to the tournament by memories of his own youth and vigor. If their eyes lingered, they'd be treated to a charming smile and a raised hand in greeting.
However, it was with keen eyes and a calculating mind that Dorian studied the competitors as they battled upon the sands. His sharp blue gaze swept over their every move, analyzing their strengths and weaknesses with ease. This was more than just a spectacle for him; it was an opportunity to gather valuable intelligence.
However, it was with keen eyes and a calculating mind that Dorian studied the competitors as they battled upon the sands. His sharp blue gaze swept over their every move, analyzing their strengths and weaknesses with ease. This was more than just a spectacle for him; it was an opportunity to gather valuable intelligence.
