As the afternoon turned to evening, the tourney continued and so did the decisive victories of Sir Lyn. Aidan was quite impressed both his performance and that of Sir Orenel, who each ended up displaying a great deal of skill and talent despite being younger knights. The tourney was shaping up to be a much more successful endeavor than he originally believed. Sir Lyn and Sir Orenel were to face off against each other for the finale, with Aidan now fully intending to hire the victor.

The noise of the crowd, opening instruments and eventual steel-against-steel drowned out all other sounds. As the duel began, Aidan could swear he noticed an intensity to the movements of both knights that was absent during their previous matches. Perhaps they knew one another were rivals, or perhaps the two finalists simply knew to take each other more seriously than the amateurs they'd beaten earlier. Regardless it had Aidan hook on the match. He ignored everything else, leaning so far forward that he was literally on the edge of his throne.

The duel lasted longer than those prior, with several minutes of equally matched parries for every swing. The two knights broke off briefly, seemingly staring one another down before Sir Orenel lashed out and was met with a strong counter. Both knights took off their helms a moment later. The distance was too far for Aidan to distinguish much, especially with the frantic back-and-forth movement along with the darkening light of the evening looming over the tourney field now.

Aidan winced a little as Sir Orenel smashed his knee into the other knight's gut. A dirty trick, but a practical one. As Orenel brought his sword up high, ready to finish off his opponent, Lyn knocked over the other knight. He then picked up Orenel's disarmed sword along with his own, standing over his foe victorious.

The Prince smiled and lifted himself from his throne. He began clapping his hands, followed shortly by his attendant royal court and the rest of the crowd. Trumpets and cornetts joined the applause to flood the tourney field with the sounds of victory. As the musicians stopped and the crowd began to simmer, Aidan spoke.

"Congratulations, Sir Lyn of the Western Isles! You've undeniably proven yourself on this day to be the most valiant and skilled of any young man in all of Leincrad. Truly, a stellar example of what any boy wishing to be a knight should aspire to be like." he said, then lifted his wine glass up as though to toast. "And of course, such skill at arms will not go unrewarded! Once you've rested and tended to your wounds, my servant shall approach you with a hefty purse as a prize for your victory today. Oh and of course, there's to be a food banquet now that the tourney is over. All are invited, even the unvictorious!"

That earned a large pop from the crowd. Everyone could appreciate getting free food, especially when it also meant dining alongside the crown Prince. As the crowd made a ruckus and the tourney field was dissembled, Aidan lifted himself from his small throne and gestured over his manservant, walking with him aside.

"Javert, I wish for you to approach Sir Lyn with a bag of 5,000 florins...and tell him that he may earn 10,000 more if he is willing to serve as Prince Aidan Leinster's personal knight for a mission that bears great importance in ensuring the safety of Leincrad and its people. Tell him that he will have to escort me to Lyonsvarg, protecting me for what could be quite a long time."

Javert nodded and Aidan patted him on the back, smiling. The manservant produced a purse of many florins before heading off to find the young Sir Lyn, and give him the Prince's message.