"... it claims that they enjoy it," he says after a moment. "I suppose the thing to do would be to ask my companion."

The man pulls his cloak aside and a little purple jewel-eyed imp, which has been thus-far clinging to his back, hops down.

"Now Euol," he says, crouching to meet its eyes. "Would you like to battle on my behalf in order to win money and prizes?"

The little imp nods enthusiastically. He rubs the top of its head, before straightening his lanky body.

"There you have it," he says, cheerfully. "Euol is fine with it."

(By this point it has likely not escaped Ilphyl that the stranger has named his companion after the drow word for 'gem.')