As Tursgurd approached the clerk, he stopped taking notes on his piece of parchment. Before responding, the clerk cleared his throat, "Very well. Want events are you going to be taking part in? Jousting? Melee? Archery?" The clerk asked, quill poised to write down Tursgurd information, "I'm also going to need your full name." He added, as he still awaited the warrior's answer.

Thomas laid his snow white cape aside, upon a chair, and begun unhooking his armor straps, taking off his armor piece by piece, and simply setting them aside. Eventually, Thomas was reduced down to his long-sleeved black leather doublet, and his black shoes. Without his armor, Thomas cut a lot stronger figure, looking as if he was actually sculpted from marble, "If there's one thing Keilaudrin is good at, it's unnecessary expenses." Thomas said, with a slight smirk, as he stretched out his arms, and legs, before walking over to the fruit bowl and retrieving an apple. It felt good to be out of armor once in a while, and it definitely was easier to move around. Thomas was taught to fight without armor, and fighting with it on was more of a hindrance than help. Thomas undid his belt, removing himself from his sword that still hung at his side. Thomas pulled the sword from it's sheath, quietly, revealing it's milky blade, and intricate hilt. After a moment of admiration, he laid the blade on the table next to him, and turned back to Gareth, "Do you have a profession, Gareth?" Thomas asked, interested in what kind of life his young friend led.