"Well, I could go out there and simply turn my body into shadow and save Chii a lot of pain." Itzal replied to Torva as he settled down beside the couple. His business with Justica concluded, he had come to the games with his daughter. She had won three years in a row and being as young as she was, had established quite a name for herself. It also meant there was some pressure for her to not compete so the older blacksmiths would not be offended for the fourth year in a row. Itzal had laughed when she made a comment about adults being the most childish, but he could hardly blame her. Men's prides were fragile at best. "But I think Cadogan's work will be more than up to the test."

Ruby had settled down beside him and was focusing entirely on the competitors. The crowd was cheering loudly and making it difficult to distinguish anything anyone was saying, but he could have sworn she was making comments about what the other seraphim armourers were doing wrong, or what she could have done better. He chuckled and gave Torva a look. "I've talked with Councilor Justica and told her Shade is dead, with Halden's head as proof. I asked for her voice in support of our cause as payment, but I won't uncross my fingers yet. Without a body to confirm, she might not be willing to buy my tale fully. Everything else, however, can wait until the games are over. Enjoy the rest of your day."

The rest of the games were interesting enough - Itzal knew enough about enchanting items, but to do so during the creation process was an art he never had time to fully master. Not that he needed to, in truth. His own weapons fit him just well enough. It was a pleasant change, though, sitting here with his daughter, not having to look over his shoulder and simply enjoying a festive event like this with no care or worry in the world. Itzal cracked a smile at that, something he thought he had forgotten how to do. If Torva and Hagumi were paying him any mind, they might have found that sight scarier than anything he had done before.