"As do I, Jezin." Thomas replied, with a somber tone on his voice, "I feel as though it's going to get a lot worse before it will get better, though." Thomas added, as he scanned his head left to right, once more, and finally spotted a clerk working the tournament. The clerk was currently writing on a piece of parchment, with a quill, no doubt writing down notes imperative to the tournament, "There's your ticket." Thomas said, pointing out the clerk, and making his way over to the man. The clerk spotted the pair before they had gotten too close, and immediately stopped writing. "Hello, Sir Thomas." The young clerk replied with a smile. The clerk warranted a look at Jezin, scanning him up and down, "I assume you'll be declaring for the tournament? Melee, jousting, or Archery?" The clerk asked, raising his writing hand in preparation for Jezin's answer.