Thomas watched at Gareth sprinted for the his tent, so as to meet Thomas once he was done. Thomas, after sorting some things out with his squires, quickly made his way to the tent. Blood still smeared on his face, he entered the tent, with a smile akin to that of a boy who had just received a ton of candy. Thomas was filled with the same excitement he had felt when he first started jousting when he was 14, "Well, what'd you think?" Thomas said, his beaming smile turning to a huge grin. He was still sore, especially after the huge hits he had taken, but he didn't care for now. He was going to be participating in the finals. Thomas started to take his arm off, so that he could breath easy once more.