Grey had been awake for hours, staring at the gentle moon filling the sky with her light. So many songs could be derived from her beauty alone, as she stood with such grace among the stars and clouds alike, reflecting the harsher light of the sun. In her hands, Grey held her oud, occasionally playing a few lines of harmony to accompany the sounds of the evening. Sitting atop the Guild's base, she felt at peace with the world. She could hear the songs of nature, whispering in her ears- the distant crashing waves of the ocean, the breath of sleeping animals, even the bits of wind trapped among the leaves.

The sun began to rise, and Grey felt a yawn burst forth. She slipped into a shadow, flitting between darknesses until she found herself back in her own room. Barren as an empty sea, the only decoration was a stand in the corner, onto which she placed her oud. Her grey robe hung from a rod beside her cot, alongside her dress and cloak. Considering the manner of the tourney, she chose to wear the robe.

First, though, she pulled from beneath the cot a roll of cloth bandages. Careful and delicate, she wrapped her chest and groin lightly, to bind herself to a manageable state to fight. The robe was shapeless enough that no one would see this work, but it granted her a sense of security anyways. She slipped the silk on, over her body, and lowered the hood over her face, casting a shadow across her features. The dim nature of the shadow over her face offered her a sort of invisibility; one could see her, just as one can see every piece of furniture in a room, their attention would just be diverted elsewhere. She was, when her hood was down, nearly impossible to pay attention to- until battle begins.

She was a bard, sure, a classically trained one at that. A half elf, even- she was meant to be dramatic. But it just was not in her nature, an affect of her personality gifted by her deceased mother, no doubt. It was not modesty. Merely, she had grown up not wanting to stand out, and this had affected her personality and style alike. Thus, Grey simply walked out of her room, and through the halls, until she reached the grounds for the tourney, and waited until the others arrived. She considered a nap, watching the sun with scorn in her eyes.

When Artura entered, Grey remained hidden in her dark corner, unseen, and quiet. Grey watched the guild mother with the corners of her mouth almost twitching into a smile. She loved Artura, almost as much as she loved the moon. Not wanting to delay the start of the tourney, Grey stepped out of the shadows, and waited to be noticed. Kaito entered soon after the announcement, with his flare of exuberant flamboyance. Grey admired his strength- for a man without a face, he was the most expressive she had ever known. Grey maintained her composure, face locked in a serene look of ambivalence, and walked up to the circle. 

She removed her hood, and held out a hand.