The Vorta came walking into the seating area. He had wanted to see the Klingons battle out in a arena. Sadly, he would not be able to see it. On the other hand, he would be able to hear the crowd which will be his eyes to see. The Jem'Hadar would enjoy to be part of this event. They would quickly want to fight these Klingons as well. However, he was far away from them. He was in a very long distant from his old friends. And his processors. And the Founders.
His poor bright violet eyes were not doing justice to find his seat. He was hunched down, his eyes getting close to the numbers. The fellow audience ignored him. They knew who he was and where came from. Even being aligned with them they had not wanted to aid him.
The cheering of the crowd was deafening to his super sensitive ears. There was a growl to warn that he was to close. He stood up. Raised his hands up to show he was not hear to harm. He tried to speak the words, "I am very sorry, I was trying to fin----" His soft voice was not loud enough to carry above the roaring crowd. The crowd got more excited.
The Vorta had waited for the crowd to calm. Perhaps he could have another try.