Jezin turned towards the announcer when the trumpets sounded. A grin spread across his face when his name was called. So now it would begin. He strode down the runway, spear in hand. Jon Easten. He hadn't yet met the man, but it didn't matter who his opponent was. He would win this fight, no matter what. The Lyoki bodyguard halted in front of the stands, turned towards the onlookers and gave a deep bow. He smiled as he rose from the bow and spun his spear quickly around him. It was impressive to see a man wield such a lengthy weapon with that level of finesse. This flourish was made even more impressive by the fact that the core of the spear was made entirely of iron. He turned away from the crowd and towards the opposite end of the fairground, awaiting his opponent's arrival.

 Gareth seemed to have other obligations at the moment, and with a quick goodbye ran after Thomas. "Yes, goodbye, I do hope we get a chance to talk later." The princess still spoke cheerfully. A woman in a blue tie took a seat next to Sophia. She looked vaguely familiar, the princess thought she had seen her earlier that day. Sofia turned to look at the woman when she spoke. Technically she was right, a princess sitting by herself was a disaster waiting to happen, but there didn't seem to be any impending doom nearby, not as far as she could tell. She shook her head. "Thank you, miss, but I'll be fine." She still smiled. The woman then asked about Karl Lied. Sophia remembered the man. "Karl Leid? No, I haven't seen him since the feast." She had no idea where the man had disappeared to. She had thought he was heading to the tournament. The princess froze when she heard Jezin's name and immediately turned towards the front. Jezin made a flamboyant entrance. Just like him, she thought. She clapped.