"He didn't want a retainer, and has run off," the blue-tie said, aloof for a guard that had supposedly lost her charge. Even as the two talked, she continued to glance around at the environment in searching. It was hard to know when to quit. "It'll be alright, there's more of us looking for him." But that answer didn't seem to satisfy her, and she stood watching the runway with arms crossed for a while. A new fighter had taken the field already, someone who seemed far closer to her style, although the particular choice of swords wasn't something she was about to split hairs over. The woman decided to stay for the moment, she wasn't finding Leid and Jezin at least hadn't run off yet. "So, do you compete in tournaments often? That spear and shield style seems out of place here." She said, although regretted it almost immediately, it seemed out of place. It had, however, been bothering her since watching what little she'd seen of the man's fight.

[b]Tournament Announcer[/b]
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The announcer frowned as the second man that day corrected him. Still, he kept his silence as his professionalism and the opinions of all the nobles behind him required. The man with the horn watched as the two opponents readied themselves on the runway, and counted down the time in his head. The crowd couldn't be bothered to stop cheering for effect, they were already saying names and picking sides for the fight about to happen. It all seemed about right, and he motioned to the man at his right. The trumpets sounded up again to signal the beginning of combat. The conditions remained the same, inability or yield.