"Mylarc?" Faye quietly repeated in slight confusion as she walked. An obviously familiar name, perhaps she misheard it? Possibly, but its not like she knew for certain, nor asked about that. Still, curiosity made her hasten her march a little, and soon the girl found herself near the outer ring.
She noticed patrolling Legionnaires, but that haven't made her feel any better. After all, last night they were literally next to the 'event' and failed to spot, yet alone prevent it. She spied a little on the couple they accompanied. Didn't look much like arrest so probably someone important with an escort.... Were they worried of something, or was that a pompous whim of a rich man, who knows. She liked woman's hair though, and it kind of reminded her of Lavernius'. After staring for a longer while, the girl finally peeled her eyes off and passed by the wooden fence shaping the outer ring of the tournament, mixing in with the crowd.