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Finally, this was exactly what Ivan needed. An explanation, vital information, perhaps more than he strictly needed, but with his appetite for knowledge awakened by this information it felt lacking, left him wanting more. Like everything so far, every shred of information and every experience, it just led to an ever increasing maze of intertwined questions. How much power would you need to accrue to get that reading of 1, and how does it scale upwards? How did that box even know who and what to read... Oh, how temped he was to try and take it apart, make it reveal it's secrets to him. Who were these lords Vinn mentioned and how strong are they? But no matter how many questions came up in his mind, there was a faint feeling in the deepest part of his mind that kept telling him that it did not matter, that all would reveal itself in due time, and that there were more pressing matters at hand. It was quite a disturbing feeling as it went against the very nature of his self to not pursue knowledge wherever it presented itself, made even more disturbing by the fact that he almost didn't notice it's existence as it hid in his sub-conscious.

In a sense however that feeling was correct as there indeed was a more immediate matter at hand. No matter how that box calculated it, he still needed to get that reading, otherwise this vault of knowledge right within his grasp could very well lock shut in his face, and he only had one month to achieve it. If at all possible, he not only should prevent being shut out of this vault, but also consolidate his standing in the future by aiming as high as he could.

Then his thoughts were disrupted by a voice from the crowd, who for the most part voice some very reasonable concerns about the necessity of a tournament. Personally Ivan wasn't quite thrilled by the prospect of a tournament either. Especially since by the sound of it, it would consist of multiple one versus one duels. He had combat training and experience, though a bit light on said experience as he'd been kept busy with work in the labs for the most part, but a duel style was completely foreign terrain for him. He could hoard as much power as he wanted and his lack of experience could still end up being fatal.

Keeping some of his attention on what Vinn's response to this cry for answers would be Ivan looked at the doors that Vinn in his usual fashion had made appear. They were labeled, a lot of names, some of which he was sure he had seen on some of the lazul cards, presumably this meant they were personal rooms. It didn't take long for him to spot the door with his name on it and what appeared to be commonly shared rooms, most notably the workshop. Hopefully it had the tools he'd need to create his own, if not that could become quite the time sink. Not exactly an appealing prospect, however one way or another he, like any other, needed the tools of his trade to do anything significant. As he felt quite similar to how an archer without a bow must feel.

Still waiting for an answer from Vinn he walked off to the door that had his name. Not sure if sound would carry through into the room beyond that door he decided to just lean on it for now whilst he awaited the answer.