The lady looked straight at the Toran warrior. She might have been the fairest being ever lived. A face so beautiful that when Castor laid eyes on it the first time he almost expected it to radiate. Yet she hid it under a hood for most of the time. “I hide my face not because of anyone here. I fear no warrior. Nobody in this hall can even touch me if I would not wish it. But I thank you for your nobility. What is your name, young man?” the fair lady asked the Toran warrior. Her voice so gentle, like a young mother talking to her baby.

King Castor drew the token. And for the entire hall he announced that that the Vaalgardi crown prince was allowed a second chance in the next fight. Swiftly the boards were lifted. Tomorrow it would be a joust. The opponents were:
- Lord Bornetall VS the Airgaillne warrior who won against the Vaalgardi prince
- Merias Bornetall VS the Toran Warrior
- The Vaalgardi crown Prince VS Elias Sylvanas
- The Airgiallne warrior princess VS Keiran Bornetall

Elias, seeing the uninterested glance, slammed his knife’s point into the table. Which gained him a stern look from his father. Castor whispered something in the ear of a servant. Soon Fendar, the Reaver Knight Captain appeared and had the annoying task of escorting Elias out. Who thankfully didn’t make too much of a scene.

Aline had had clear orders. Getting married to one of Northwood’s sisters was the job of her brothers. Elias failed miserably, but Imrik was having success. Her task to was to talk with the other countries’ their warriors. See which one would also be suitable. Instead she took up the seat of Elias who left and started talking and gossiping with king Markus’ youngest sister. Occasionally seeing the youngest brother and blushing.

The feast was only late in the night concluded, and everyone took to their bedrooms. The following day, after midday the grand jousting tournament was about to start as King Castor entered his booth. This time, without the hooded lady.