The announcer shuffled awkwardly to the center of the arena, his small, hunched frame barely visible beneath the heap of clothes that swallowed him whole.
His tunic, a dull shade of brown, hung loosely around his shoulders, the fabric billowing in soft waves like a sail caught in a breeze.
The sleeves were far too long, drooping past his elbows, and each time he moved, they flapped against his skinny arms, sending a flutter through the fabric as though it had a life of its own
His pants, too large for him, bunched up around his waist, sagging dangerously low, their hems dragging in the sand.
Each step he took left an imprint in the gritty earth, his legs hidden beneath the folds of cloth that seemed to swallow his every movement.
He didn't seem excited at all, his droopy eyes barely open, heavy with disinterest, as though the very act of being there was a burden too great for him to bear.
