Zeta clenched his teeth, not at all hiding it from the hopper. He spoke through his clenched teeth.

"Not..never mind. If...you do not..wish to tell me...then don't even..begin to speak it...as you have...just done."

Good. He still had the rest of the day to observe those around him.

Zandor raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

Three red Zuum with firey red scales, and small wings walks by them, chatting in a series of low pitch screeches and growls. One looks at Zeta. "Well, look what we have here. One of them blasted @#$% humans." They walk by, throwing glares at Zeta or anyother human in the area.

Zeta is not bothered by this in the least bit, he himself wasn't exactly human, but he wasn't going to tell them that. His species he kept to himself, it was to others disadvantage if they did not know of his race.

Zeta turned to Zandor.

"...and those are?"

"...Salamanders. Most of the creatures here h@te humans, for a reason I'd rather not get into." A hopper walks by, not even looking at them. It heads to a small battle feild to practice.

"....I'm sure you know what that is."

"I'm not human..."

Zeta said as he walked along with Zandor, keeping in step. His eyes feel onto the small battlefield, he simply nodded his head.

"Tomorrow will come soon..."

"....Well, you seem human to them. Care to explain why you look human?"

A man runs past Zandor and Zeta, fear seemed to be plastered on his face. A large, angry dragon with razor teeth and large horns chased after him, snarling with rage.

(OOC
Meet Moo. Make fun of his name, and you only have 3 more second to live. :b OOC)

"That dragon, was a type called Moo. Don't judge them by name, they have the worst temper of most dragons and are some of the most powerful types of monsters. He'll be in the tournament tomorrow."

Zeta had to keep himself from picking on the name of the dragon, but he really had no point in doing so, so he let it be.

"My race...well, I may tell you some time of it, but not today. Today I have far more important things to be concerned about."

He was still concentrating on the hopper that was still so far away.

"Any here, not in the tournament?"

"Most are helpers, workers, supporvisors and the such. Only a handful are actually in the tournament. But I'm sure it won't matter to you. As long as you get to fight." Zandor shrugged a looked at a group of Hopper childern watching the human being ripped to pieces by Moo. "That happens allot with Moo. And everyone is to afraid to pick a fight with him. If you do, you're either very brave, or very stupid."

Dora is now in his speeder, heading back toward the town.

Zeta watched moo, a small smile coming to his lips.

"Even he has some sort of weakness, we all do."

Zeta returned his gaze to Zandor.

"Who are the other warriors that are on your team?"

He could feel Dora's presence much clearer now.

"Well, there are 3, including you. The other two are Darbock and the third, is a Durahan. I'll show him to you." Zandor begins to walk off.