"I've been called that before. No desire to have that title again." He runs a thumb over the scar on his nose with metal fingers. He recognized the king but he treats him like he would anyone else approaching him. A king in regular clothes is attempting to be subtle. "I came here to observe and learn." He nods to the fighting below. There's blood but he hasn't seen a death yet.

"You can learn a lot just from this." His time as a gladiator hadn't been voluntary. This feels like people testing their might and gathering strength over time. Compared to the roaring for blood and death of his own time in the sands...this is so different he feels it wash over him like a storm wind.