OOC: They're outside the arena.
IC: Pheore finally whirls around to face him. "So? I know what happened after. Trained personally by Narmoto, chosen for whatever dumb quest is going on right now, probably even predicted to win the tournament. People favor you, Vladin. Something tragic happens, but oh, you're just the victim. Something heroic happens, and you get all the glory. So the short of it is, I don't care what happened. I just want to see you loose."