-Laciel-
He decided to go look for another cleric, due to the fact that he was kind of impatient at the moment. He didn't want a gaping wound on the side of his arm, and he felt he might of been interrupting the two. The man sauntered off, in search of another cleric to close the decently sized cut on his arm. He found another one who was free for the time being and told him of his predicament. After a few moments, Laciel was leaving the temple without a scratch, and a lighter coin purse.

"Let's see... Where was the joust again?" Laciel pondered to himself for a bit before looking down the streets to see which direction he had to head. "(If I remember, the joust is that way, as always,)" he thought, walking in the supposed direction of the joust. It had been a while since he visited Ylisstol, three months to be exact, and he never thought he would get to return to relive an old memory. Laciel quietly hummed to himself as he made his way down the street, passing by different types of people.

The man eventually found himself amongst a crowd of people, cheering fervently at an event going on. "(Ah ha, I found it!)" This was the biannual jousting tournament of Ylisstol! His mother took him and his brother to thos once, and they watched as the two cavaliers would ram their spears into the other, knocking them off the horse. It was a wonderful and entertaining experience for the two. "Heh, jousts sure are pretty fun to watch, aren't they."

-Gran/Vass-
Gran watched as the three ran off somewhere, unknowing about the quarrel that was about to take place. He shrugged, and continued watching, showing a slight amount of interest in it. "(I wonder if there are jousts like this back in Plegia... Its kind of a nice distraction.)" He continued to watch with the crowd, grinning just a tad bit.

His concentration on the joust was recently broken by a familiar voice. He turned in shock and horror to see his brothers face, watching the joust. The man was cheering along with the crowd as he watched the joust take place. "(Oh, so this bastard is here in Ylisstol... Finally, I can.... No, I can't take that risk of slaughtering him for right now... Alright, just act natural, and respond back.)"

"Yup, this is my first one, and it intrigues me," Gran said, grinning to Laciel. "So, you here for the joust I guess?" Gran watched his brother, and awaited his response. He was hoping for the best that it was just for the joust, but the inevitable truth would soon be revealed.

-Laciel-
"(Strange, this man has never been to a joust." He studied the brunette man before responding back. "Nah, I came here to join the mercenary group, The Sacred Blades. I'm a recent recruit of them, their leader is a pretty serious but nice guy from my first impression." As he spoke, he heard some shouting from the crowd, and it sounded a lot like someone was crying out in pain. "What the, that isn't good... I would love to continue chatting, but something is wrong." Laciel shoved himself through the crowd, to see what was going on.

As he shoved his way to the crowd, he saw two people, poised, and preparing to fight. There was a man who looked like he was seemingly in pain. One of them must of done this, and he interjected in to figure out what the problem was. Laciel put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and approached the woman and man facing off, ready to draw at any time.

"Excuse me, but what is going on here?!"

He shouted with anger in his voice, hoping to intimidate one of them into explaining what was going on here. He was irritated that a lot of fighting was going on today, and that it was seemingly endless. There was no reason to be fighting in a city right now, especially in a crowd of villagers who wanted to watch the joust taking place. "Well?!"

-Vass/Gran-
His heart sank as soon as he heard the news. "(Oh this is bad, this is really bad... I need to report to Zayn aboutthis.)" He would of ran off, searching the skies for his bird, Ragmi, but Laciel quickly dashed off somewhere. "(Oh great, what the heck is going on now?!)" He followed the mercenary, keeping up with him until he found that a possible two or three way was about to happen.

"(Oh this is just... Perfect.)" He devilishly grinned inside while having a look of worry on his face. If they could slaughter his brother, then the Grimleal could continue going with their plan with nothing in their way. Gran brandished his Elwind, waiting for the first move to happen. He could always try to "assist" in the fight if necessary.