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[h1][color=black]Noir P. Parker [/color][/h1]
Interacting with: A random group of lords and ladies.[/center][hr]

The Cross-Realm King's Tournament was looking this time even more impressive than the last, at least to him. Noir moved closer towards a group of lords he recognized. Politely asking them about the news of their children. Listening to the newest rumors that was whispered. 

"...I have been well, my sister married..." One lady proudly declared.

"Lucky her, I am still waiting for that one..." The other lady answered.

"...I am more interested about the  new  king of Summer Isles. Heard he was a impressive ruler." One of the older lords spoke, sounding quite curious himself.

"I think I saw their ship dock. We surely going to make an appearance..." A younger man added.

Quite a few ladies were wondering about who from the kings and queens will attend. As Noir would ever so often steer the conversation with a question or comment. He was being asked about the attendance of the king of spider house, he avoided the question. Truth to be spoken, he himself wasnt sure if the king and queen will make it, he knew they had to deal with something before they could come. What this something was he didnt know. But the letter in his inner pocket was allowing him to be a representative of the house of spider if they do not make it. For now he hung on the letter and waited to see if they will maybe still arrive. He continued to steer the conversation hearing more about king Summers and his queen.  

He sighed, the reason he came this time was the weight of the letter in his pocket. He would have prefered to relaxs as he himself had to deal with a serial killer just a few nights ago. Catching the right guy and not the man set up to take the blame was not easy, and then dropping him off in the dungeons, Noir felt a bit relived. Knowing he made the streets a bit safer. The city never knowing spiderman being the saviour. It was how he liked it. He didnt want anything but to fall in his bed after that night and sleep the day away, when he noticed the two letters from the king on his table. 

How ever alluring sleep was he opened the letter addressed to him, and read it. Before the sun rise Noir was in his carriage and on the way to the tournament, dressed appropriately. Now he was here, after the not a short trip, his tiredness masked by a friendly smile, and watchful eyes behind his glasses. 
 
He wore his red and brown clothing with black spider motives around the edges of the sleeves, and a web muster spreading around his collar. His pair of wire glasses resting on his face. His hair slightly misbehaving, but he long ago gave up the fight with it and the emblem of his house on his ring, he wore on his left hand. His mind quite wandering just as were his eyes. 

There were quite the turbulent times, the affairs of the kingdoms of marvel were more noticeable than in the past. Which would mean either something big was about to happen or which he hoped rather a new balance and with it a delicate form of peace will continue. Either way the feeling in his stomach, told him he will soon find out.