Ferrin's search for the creature was interrupted by the announcement of the next event which would be taking place in the town. [i]Damn,[/i] The scar-faced man thought. [i]Of all the days, I can either stay and cause a commotion or wait for the event to end and continue my search.[/i] He sighed and decided to put his search on hold and hope whatever it was is all right. He made his way back to the arena and took a seat to watch the games unfold. As the guild wizards dealt with the maze in their own unique ways, Ferrin found himself wishing he was competing too, and strategizing. [i]Like any maze, it has to twist and turn and double back on it's self. I would drag my sword on the ground to make a line on the floor everywhere I went, drawing symbols at intersections so I know where I am at all times.[/i] Realizing what he was doing, Ferrin shook his head to clear his thoughts. [i]I am too competitive for my own good.[/i] He thought. Sitting next to him was a dark haired young man reading a book. [i]Seriously?[/i] Ferrin thought. [i]Why would he be reading a book during the Grand Magic Games?[/i] Curious, Ferrin leaned over and asked the kid just that; the noise of the crowd forced him to half shout his question. The kid looked up in annoyance. [color=9966cc] "I want to." [/color] Valak said shortly, before trying to go back to his book. After a moment, Ferrin asked, [color=silver] "What is it about?" [/color] Valak eyed him, then sighed. He closed the book, holding his place with a finger and began to speak. [color=9966cc] "It is about a man who became a hero, and did many great things, but when he did he lost a lot, and acquired many mental scars in the process. The book starts with him trying to fade into history as a barkeep to a small out of the way tavern under a different name. Eventually, a man who records history finds him and knows who he is. The history keeper begs the former hero to tell his own story from his point of view. Grudgingly the hero agrees. His story is the rest of the book."[/color] Ferrin thought about it for a moment. [color=silver] "That certainty sounds like a good read.[/color] He said honestly. [color=silver] So, what is your name?"[/color] [color=9966cc] "Valak Solidor."[/color] He answered. [color=silver] "Ferrin Astra, yours is a good name, kid. It has strength.[/color] Not really knowing what to say to such a compliment, Valak tried to give his own. [color=9966cc]"Yours has steel in it."[/color] He said. Ferrin chuckled, [color=silver] "Iron actually."[/color] He said with a boyish grin. Valak nodded, appreciating the pun. Ferrin returned his attention to the event going on.[color=silver] "Who do you think is going to win the whole thing?[/color] He asked. [color=9966cc] "Phoenix Wing." [/color] Valak said simply. Ferrin nodded. [color=silver] "I agree, the only other guild that could challenge them is Dragon Fang."[/color] Valak shook his head. [color=9966cc]"Rider's Blade, better wizards."[/color] He said. From there, the conversation turned to the strengths and shortcomings of each guild.