Zandor merely rolled his eyes and sipped at his drink.
Tagar looked at Zandor for a minute, then went back to Zeta. "Well, he IS quite strong for his size. Most Hoppers don't have as much strength as him, even if they had trained longer and harder. Plus, he's got the force and such. But he's quite strong in Hopper terms...or any other for that matter..."

Zeta downed his drink, slamming it down back onto the bar top, yet it did not break.

"Well, Tagar, I am sure I will see you again, before this journeys end. For now, however, I must retreat. I have things to do."

He put his credits onto the bar and then stood up, nodding to Zandor. He then turned around and headed out of the bar, into the night, not waiting for Zandor. He suspected that Zandor probably did not want ot go with him anyhow.

He went about his way, into the night, heading off to Luna's(forgot the name). He had to discuss somethings with her, particularly that headache of hers. If he didn't find her, then so be it, the walk would do him good anyhow.

(OOC Lina. :b OOC)

Zandor followed Zeta out. After a few minute, he headed toward the training grounds at a fast pace.

Lina was sitting in the main hall(the first room Zeta came to in her house) in her chair, reading a small book.

ooc: oooo, sorry. :b

ic: Zeta raised both of his hands, bringing them together, as he did so a loud clap was produce. He watched, a hint of laughter in his eyes could be seen as Lina jumped in fright. She was too deeply intranced in her book to notice Zeta's presence as he entered the room.

"My, my, my...not very mindful, are we..."

Zeta brought his hands down, brining them to his side as he laughed loudly.

"Though I am ever curious, what has you so intrigued that you forget everyone and everything around you?.."

She smiled slightly when she saw him, but quickly regained her composure. "Well, to tell you the truth, it's about our history. We didn't always live here, but that's not important." She said this a little to fast as she got up and pocketed the small book. "Is there anything you wish to know about the tournament? It starts at 10."

Zeta rubbed at his chin, thinking.

"Whatever you wish to tell me, you've seen most of the tournaments, I imagine. I'm sure you have quite a lot of knowledge about the tournaments, and those who enter?"

"Well, yes. If you die in the tournament, it doesn't matter. Most fighters tend to die of injuries or right in the ring. So, not many come back to enter again. The Moo type, the current champion, and several others are the few survivors. Each has lasted over 10 years in the fights, but the title of champion has never left the current one." She shifted her feet uncomfortably, and sat back down in her chair.

There was a moment of silence, Zeta broke it.

"Ah yes, Zandor has told me some of this...champion, but perhaps you could tell me more. I am especially intrigued by the champion."

She sighed slightly and nodded. "He's what we call a Golem type. To be more precise, he's what they call a Marble Guy. A very powerful type of Golem. Mostly, Golems are peaceful and nature loving. But these types are very violent and aggresive, powerful is quite a good description.

They are as hard as rock and aren't to bright. This one though, is quite smart, powerful, fast, and defensive. He's the perfectly balanced warrior. Not someone to mess around with..." She sighs again and leans back in the chair. "He's been champion for 10 years straight."

"Ah, perhaps this year there will be a turn of events for the champion."

Zeta smiled evilly.

"Was there anyone that came close to beating him?"