Jezin smiled when Thomas mentioned the tournament. "By all means, I'm glad you've reconsidered. I was quite excited at the possibility of dueling you." Jezin thought over his options for a moment. He would likely avoid the joust. Though he had some training on horseback, he was fairly certain he wouldn't be on par with the other knights in the tournament. Jousting wasn't popular in Lyok, and cavalry units themselves were few and far between, being mainly used for combat that required high mobility. He had been an infantry soldier before he joined the Brass Hand. The melee would be his best bet. "Well then, lead the way Sir Thomas." 

 Sophia looked back and forth between the two knights. Jezin had always been competitive, so she wasn't surprised he was itching to test his might in the tournament. She waved the duo off. "While you two get that in order I suppose I will enjoy the feast." She murmured a quick word to her servants about returning the gift to their room and walked towards a table. The food was bountiful, and looked quite delicious. She took a seat near two men, both of which she vaguely remembered from the day before. They hadn't spoken, but she recognized them. They had been in the throne room. The princess reached out and snagged a bright, ripe orange from the table, which she began peeling. She turned to Gareth with a smile as she peeled the fruit. "Quite the party, isn't it?" Her words were light and fluid, but still loud enough to be heard in the bustling room.