A desolate lump hidden under layers of fur and cloth blankets shuttered slightly as it felt the warmth of the morning sun on its back. Slowly, the figure of a large man emerged from the covers with a mighty yawn, matched with an equally long stretch. Feet slid across the floor as he groggily rubbed his eyes, promptly taking a tumble as his path crossed with the armor he had haphazardly thrown aside the night before. Muttering in a frustrated tone, he continued the process of dressing and preparing for the miniature tournament. Strapping his chest plate down, the man grabbed a set of 3 blades. He unsheathed the top most blade, a matte dark grey surface with a light reflective luster revealed a pair of wild green eyes staring intently at the runes engraved into the weapon.
	
	With a tilted grin, Gareth leaped through the guild complex and exited to the backyard with an upbeat gait. He scanned the field for a moment, before moving towards Silvia while watching the duel between Kaito and Grey. Unceremoniously, Gareth plopped down beside Silvia with an idle expression. [color=00cc22]"Good morning Silvia, have you fought already?"[/color] Gareth's slanted smile hung from his face lazily as he basked in the glow of the rising sun. Although appearing somewhat indifferent, Gareth excitedly anticipated his match as he eyed the duel before him. There were few things that could improve his day more than a few spars in the morning.