In the final match, Sylus blocks his opponent's attack. He quickly maneuvers behind him, wraps his arms around his waist, and delivers a powerful kick. His body slams his opponent who is on the ground. Then, he pins him down and is declared the winner.

Amidst the deafening roar of the crowd, Sylus stands up. He wipes the sweat from his brow. Unable to contain your excitement, you sprint towards the arena. You jump into his arms. Sylus chuckles, keeping his hands on your waist as he sets you down. "If I lost, I'd be stuck here forever. Could I really lose?" he drawls lowly, smiling down at you.

You slide your arms off his shoulders, taking a step back for space, smiling. Sylus lifts your pouch. "What do we have here? A secret reward for the champion?" he murmurs, looking at you smugly. Your eyes widen, and you try to take it from him. He holds it above your head. "Let me get a look at it," he says, smirking. He studies the pouch.

You try to snatch it again, though you fail. Both you and Sylus tumble to the ground. When your eyes open, you're straddling him, your arms on either side of his waist. You lift your head from his shoulder, looking at him. "The elder spoke of this," Sylus rumbles lowly, looking back at you, holding the pouch. "A girl gives it as a present to her beloved."

A beat passes. Then, an intensity touches his eyes, though his drawl is lazy. "Do you have a lover?" he questions, arching a brow. You blink. "...I do. Is that a problem?" you say. Sylus grins. "I can't return it then," he says, perhaps smugly. "On the grassland, 'whoever finds it, keeps it.'" He tucks it away.

Sylus grins again, tucking his arm behind his head, holding out his hand. You try to tug him up, but he doesn't stand. Then, he suddenly flips you over so you're on your back. He's smiling like you're the prize instead as he stands, hauling you over his shoulder. "I need to show them I already have a lover."