Damian took his seat among the audience, with his two assistants. Reize, too immersed in her designs, had opted not to join them. He didn't mind spending some free time; it was a refreshing break from his usual activities. Besides, whether Sam ended up getting his ass handed to him by the princeling or managed to kick the princeling's butt, Damian figured he would enjoy the show either way.
Of course Evrin, Einar, Grace, and Lucian were also present, having secured prime seats near the stage by arriving early, Einar even brought some snacks which Toph accepted graciously. The space was insufficient for all of them, though a quick conjuring of wooden benches resolved the issue, ensuring room for everyone. After last night's events, most people seemed to ignore Damian's presence entirely, as though speaking to him might land them on some Highsword blacklist.
"This will be the Master's 79th consecutive victory…" Said Elias, enthused, hyping his master yet again.
