Jezin smiled when the knight made his way over to him. "Yeah, let's hope not." He looked around the stands. He could hear murmuring, even where he stood, about drawing the tournament out for another day. The mention of the feast reminded him of Lexine's warning. His fist clenched by his side. Surely no one would try anything... He shook the thought, looking up towards Thomas. "Yes, I imagine the princess will want to attend, she's been trying to deliver her mother's gift since we got here." Jezin forced a laugh. "I imagine you and the rest of the Order of the Thistle will be in attendance?" He threw a glance back to the spear he had left leaning against the post behind him.