"Lexine Tristan," She managed to say, before Thomas went on the talk with the newly arrived Jezin. If not for an entire week of getting snubbed by the ever unwilling participant Karl Leid, she might have even gotten agitated at the slight. Instead, she stood by the side and watched with her perpetually disinterested look until their business concluded, and Thomas wandered off without so much as a glance in her direction. There were a few profanities and curses that sprang to mind, but none of them would look particularly in character with the retainer getup, and Jezin was standing close by. Showing what qualified as restraint, she ran a hand to down her face and stood there holding her chin for a moment, figuring where to pick up from there. Well, there was the spear fighter. It wouldn't be long until the next melee. "I don't suppose there's any chance that you've seen a man named Karl Leid either?"

[b]Tournament Announcer[/b]
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The announcement then came, trumpets sounded after Jon had been carefully removed from the field, taken to the token hospital tent to be hopefully nursed back into health. The orderlies of the palace were highly qualified and, although the medical practices were a bit dated, the man was in no significant danger of expiring from his wounds. After the noise, the man with the horn again spoke up, "Sir Thomas Morgan and Sir Hadryn..." the man briefly considered reading the full title but assumed it was against convention and perhaps unsporting to name the two men separately. With a shrug, the steward continued. "Make yourselves ready for combat and appear before the court for your duel, sirs. The melee will resume within the hour!"