Dood was walking around the asylum, looking for a possible next tournament opponent to fight, even if he’s not interested in fighting that much. His tail waving slightly as he walked with his paintbrush in hand, ready for whatever the threat might be.

Then he stops and sees someone in one of the corridors of the place. He approaches slowly, trying not to draw too much attention.

"Who's there?" He says, a little curious, but attentive and ready to fight if necessary.