[center][h1][color=00aeef]Marthysan [img]https://i.imgur.com/qBbayHh.png[/img] the Righteous[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
"You are welcome to try," Marthysan replied with a chuckle. "I certainly would not mind a reprieve from looking over my shoulder. But I doubt that we would see any long-term changes, even in the best of scenarios." The paladin gave a yawn and stood to his feet, adjusting his tunic. "The night has been long, and there is much to do tomorrow for all of us. You will have to sign into the tournament, and will likely have your first match. Plus, there are the other challenges that you are welcome to attempt."

Marthysan looked around at the group that had gathered before him and offered a warm smile. "So, do you accept my offer? If yes, we should retire, but you aren't forced to. If not, I suppose you would like to take this time to find your room from the front desk. Just know that I offer this information freely with no other agenda than I have stated. I swear upon the honor of the Light of the Sword, the Inheritor: Iomedae."