Ambro nods and follows Eerongal. "Among my family, a person isn't real until he introduces himself. You can call me Ambro."
Ambro ponders on his new armored comrade, This man, I wonder how long it will take before the evil of this world breaks him.
Constantly scanning the alleyway they are in, Ambro says, "Anywhere is good as long as it isn't Frozen Foothills, the spheremorphs there haven't forgotten my family..."
"That sounds like an odd tradition. Can't say i've ever heard of it. Well, i suppose that means that you're now officially real to me, then."
Reaching the bottom, i flip the switch to activate the door out, and step out of the building and begin glancing about to get my bearings. Once I have a good idea of where i am, I will start heading towards the town center, in search of one of the signs for this tournament.