[center][h3][color=#C9AE5D]Warlord Vannoth Mors[/color][/h3]
[sub]Interacting with; Nobody! (For now!)[/sub]
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After a rest for the night Vannoth decided while he might not be able to avoid it, he might not be called to participate., and nothing short of a prince would make him fight in this tournament. He made his way to the tournament grounds to watch and offer advice to young warriors and fighters He dressed and prepped his blade, soon to make his way there- and likely scowl and grumble any one who dares bother him.  there was a time before his raid on an outpost were one could say  Vannoth was a happy, and even 'kind' . . . That time has long since passed, and his mood grows ever more sour, and his temperament even more vile. Of course he did not speak much, but being well known for his explosive temper there wasn't many who would really willingly test the boundry. 

As he entered the tournament grounds he made his way to seats and found his place among peers- somewhat near Zevi. He still had No intentions of fighting this day, he had already earned his prize and suffered every day for it, though should a prince or the princess  demand it of him, he would fight and woe be to the man who is set as his opponent.