The smile on Jezin's face turned into a look of solemn respect. He was right not to judge Sir Redwyne on his appearance. The was clearly quite skilled, and if Thomas was any indication, he was likely well respected amongst the other men as well. If he took down sixteen men by himself he'd be quite the opponent. Jezin nodded. "He sounds like an honorable man indeed. I look forward to this tournament." It seemed they had reached their destination. Jezin glanced around for the tournament director. He pondered Thomas' tale a bit more. It was clear Keilaudrin had had some problems in it's past. Jezin gave a respectful look towards Thomas. "From one knight to another, I hope your kingdom's troubles have come to an end." Even for men who had been trained to fight their entire lives, peace was preferable to chaos. He occasionally had been forced to remind himself of that fact.