Jezin made no reply to Thomas' observation about the state of things, only a firm nod. It seemed they had found who they were looking for, however. A young clerk was jotting something down on a piece of parchment. The duo approached him. He gave a greeting to Sir Thomas, unsurprisingly. Jezin stepped forward as the young man asked him what portion of the tournament he intended to participate in. "Yes, I will. Jezin Tremora of Lyok. Melee." That was it. He would fight in the tournament now. A tinge of nervousness and excitement washed over him. He reminded himself that he would be fighting for the honor of Lyok. 

 Sophia looked up as Gareth rose from his seat. He seemed to want to enter the tournament, but had no idea where the fairgrounds were. The princes finished her orange and pulled over a plate of fish, which she began slowly breaking up and eating with a fork. She looked back to Gareth. "I'm not sure, my... escort went to go join up though." She directly avoided calling Jezin a bodyguard by name. Everyone around her seemed personable enough, but mentioning that her bodyguard had left her undefended was still a dangerous prospect. She took another bite of fish. It was delicious. Clearly the cook who prepared it had been especially skilled.