Day 2, Dinner Dining Room
He stumbled slightly at the teleportation, weapons gripped tightly in his hand before glaring at the red being. "Thanks for the warning," he grumbled. "Don't suppose I can get cleaned up before you start the proceedings?"
He absently gestured to his grime and sweat stained skin with a hand that clutched three throwing daggers in it while the other held a folded metal fan.