Kalak was growing quickly annoyed with the fact that not only could the mysterious sheikah Uriah see him, but was also giving him orders. As if he had any jurisdiction over the servants of Ganondorf! Kalak narrowed his eyes grumpily at the dark sage as he was brutally reminded of his 'duty' within the dungeon, and was thinking of a clever comeback before the Twili found himself in fresh battle chamber.
Brilliant. He said, rolling his slanted crescent-moon eyes. Deciding that he wasn't going to give the snobbish Tournament Master any reason to complain, Kalak actively began seeking for a clear vantage point.
The room was simple enough. A battle ring in the midsts of the familiar Lost Ways room.
What did I call it previously...? His mind trailed to the last time he was here. Ah yes...our favorite 'ovular room of losers'. Kalak chuckled darkly.