[color=ff9900][center][h2]Geldyr Snow[/h2][/center][/color] 

Geldyr had decided to ride ahead of his entourage, a bit weary of the slow trod that comes with travel. He felt like riding hard and fast, and so he did, making his way quickly over the last stretch before making it into the city proper. He reared back his horse (named Strider) to a halt, and gazed at the large walls and the cobblestone streets visible through the open gate. He appreciated the architecture, as well as the city's well guarded walls for a moment, before making his way into the city proper. The tournament grounds would not be hard to find, he knew. It wasn't the brothels or courts that called to the annointed Knight. T'was the sound of clashing steel and arrows flying.