"C'mon, admit it," said Chaos. "I knew your name and occupation before you even told me. That's gotta count for something, right?"
"Link, so good to see you," said the woman at the sign-up desk.
Chaos immediately spun round, glaring at Link.
"Just here to check the list," said Link. "See what kind of competition I'll be looking for."
Link read over the list of names. Chaos smirked to himself.
"This can't be right," said Link. "This says Chaos Stevens. But he's..."
"Right behind you," said Chaos, approaching Link. Link drew the Master Sword as he turned to face Chaos. "Relax, bro. I'm not here to fight you yet."
"What gives?" asked Link. "You're up to something, that much I can tell. Just wait, I'll... Is that the Glove of Lowthos?"
"Maybe," said Chaos, snatching two bottles of beer from the bar using his tentacles. "Drink?"
"Not right now," said Link, somewhat bitterly. "I can't believe they let you enter. Didn't you get disqualified for the last two years, or something?"
"I'm a changed man," said Chaos. "Anyway, I've gotta split. See you in the arena, brother."
Chaos smirked at Link and walked back to where Faith was standing.
10000 posts at last! w00t! Okay, I'm off into a quiet retirement. Don't bother me.