The brave yet organized newcomer of the tournaments, dubbed 'Crystoph', tiredly rubbed his head with his large, tough hands before wondering what ever in the world is going on. He was appreciative and careful with those around him as usual, before he could think to himself quietly - planning about what could happen within the Amateur tournaments. His blood-stained, strawberry-blonde locks covered his light turquoise eyes, and which his head was dipped down to face the flat wooden tavern table he sat nearby.