Thomas' shift had ended earlier in the morning, giving him a chance to eat a little, and catch a wink of sleep before going back on duty. Thomas now stood in the feast hall, next to the entrance door, opposite of another Order of the Thistle member. They weren't on post, as the feast hadn't begun fully, and neither of them were scheduled to be on post for the feast, but they both took it upon themselves to use this chance to scope out the guests, looking for anyone who might become a problem. Thomas nodded to the Order knight across from him, before taking off down the rows of tables. Thomas absentmindedly plucked an apple from a nearby table, and took a bite out of the crisp fruit. Thomas was thankful that everything was going smoothly so far, and hoped it would stay that way. As Thomas took another bite from his apple, he began to wonder who the champion would be for Bard II. Thomas himself was already counted out, as he was the champion for the Order of the Thistle. Thomas smiled to himself, for a moment. Of course it would be Sir Redwyne, or at least it was the option that would be the most sense if the King wished to win the tournament. Thomas also had his name removed from the melee section of the tournament, preferring only to participate in the jousting section of the tournament. Thomas kept up his walk up and down the tables, watching as guests slowly filled the place, taking bites of his apple as he went.