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Kelyren raised his eyebrows. "Who said I'm trying to save myself heartache?" he asked. "If I was trying to save myself heartache, I wouldn't be here. Oh, wait. The arena owns me. Guess I've got no choice in the matter." He shrugged, giving Sylvani a cynical smile, wondering why such a cold-hearted individual cared so much about what he might be thinking and who he chose to heal. "You're the boss lady, though. If you think I should pair up with a gladiator, then I'll trust your judgement. I just need to figure out which gladiator to choose. I need one that won't drive me insane."

He fell silent and took in the advice about the guards. It seemed sensible enough to him. The guards could potentially get him in trouble or get him out of trouble, best to have them on his side. He made a mental note to find a guard who looked approachable, and find some way to get on his or her good side. What could get a guard on my good side? he mused. Maybe food. I'll have to see if I can sneak anything from the mess hall.

The brief display of emotion from Sylvani surprised him somewhat. So she did have emotions, she just kept them under a tight lid, which was understandable to him. Kelyren couldn't blame her - or anyone, really - for behaving in such a manner in an environment such as the arena.

He was even more surprised to see the large black animal wander in. The dog looked deserving of its name, but it seemed well-behaved and from what he saw, the dog did not act like a brute. He wanted to pet the dog, but he resisted the urge. He was probably unfamiliar to Brute, and he had no way of knowing if the dog would attack him for getting too close.

"So, uh," he began, eyeing the dog thoughtfully before turning to the other healers. He couldn't think of anything meaningful to say, but the silence was making him feel somewhat awkward. "Guess we're all going to have to choose a gladiator and a roommate, huh?"