Tyson was still mapping out the grounds, he had a fairly good idea of the layout but he knew he would find himself exploring for at least a few weeks. There was just too much to look at, too many scents to figure out. And people to sort through. Because as much as he didn't care about most of his new coworkers he wanted to know who was who, what scent belonged where and who might be slightly less annoying than the rest.
After the last fight of the night he found himself strolling around between the tents, drawn in by the promise of weapons. It was slightly less unimpressive than most other shows he had seen so far, and he found himself hanging around the tent after the show ended, leaning against a pole half hidden in the shadows. It was a decent spot for watching people, and a few minutes after he had begun to consider leaving he saw the woman that had just been on stage come towards him. With a sword strapped to her back, not exactly inconspicuous.
"Let me guess, you take that home to peel some potatoes."