Owain walks over, seeing the familiar blue hair that adorns most of his cousins and ancestors of a more direct line than his own. Noticing the mask, though, he knows better than to speak in too familiar terms. Whatever the reason this time, he just walks up to see what has drawn the blue-haired one out.

"Blitzball? A fitting sport for the great heroes of this land, don't you think? To test ourselves against others like us. I'd join, but alas, such fun is not for those cursed as I. To lose myself in such a game can only lead to despair should my vigilance falter. My sword hand may awaken and strike down those who came just for entertainment."

He shakes his head and offers a wistful smile.

"So, hero, shall you test yourself in my stead? I may enjoy watching the show even if it saddens me that I can never be a part of it."