You and Varys get closer to the front of the arena. You can see some of the nobles closely now. A few of them are cheering just like the crowd. You notice one in particular has something of a scowl on his face. You figure more than likely the man has lost money, or perhaps he's jealous of Sir Robert. You learned a long time ago never to bet against Sir Robert in a match. You hear the boards beneath make noises; this dissuades a few people from getting closer, but not Varys. The arena is getting old, and it's been announced that this will be the last tournament for a while, at least until they rebuild it.