Carson looked around. He needed to find a meister? This made things complicated, he thought they chose them for you, like a sparring partner. Still Carson did not give up yet. He had walked his way here, and he wasn't about to make that all in vain. Immediatly he looked around, hoping to find someone who looked like a meister, but everyone looked the same to him. 

"anyone need a weapon?" he shouted.

He knew that a meister and weapon were to have something that kept them together, freindship, love, a favor, but none of that was ever going to happen to carson, and he was well aware of that. Still he wished he knew a meister to call his own, and someone he knew. But everyone he knew was a fist fighter and none of them had come with him. He let out a sigh as he squeezed his way through the crowd. Maybe he should try some ice cream. The others seemed to like it so why would he not.