[center][h1] Clover Sandleford [/h1][/center]
[b][code]Zun - Airport.[/code][/b][hr]

These people were crazy if they thought they could just cancel the biggest tournament in the world and get off scot free.

As Clover Sandleford watched the crowd of disappointed, disaffected, fundamentally disorderly Nomads express their dissatisfaction and begin to disperse into dreamy sun-lit Zun she couldn't help but feel like the WMAF was playing with matches a little to close to a stack of dynamite here. You couldn't just bring these type of people here, get them all riled up with promise of battle and glory, and then not give they an outlet for that. It was like promising ten cent beer for a day and then not stocking enough to meet demand. These were nomads, after all. They'd make their own fun. Idle fists, Hazel had always said, were the devils playthings.

She pushed herself off the wall she'd been leaning against to listen and started weaving her way through the airport crowd toward the door before some poor fool got ancy and decided to light that fuse right here. She wasn't that put off by the cancelation, at least for the reason every other nomad here probably was. It wasn't as though she had been here to fight in the tournament. She wasn't famous or rich enough for that sort of thing. No, what had drawn here to Zun was the food. Events like this drew crowds. Crowds meant food stalls, trucks, mobile bars, coming from all over to service hungry tourists. Local restaurants would be cooking special, signature dishes to show off and bars would be bringing out the best (and most expensive) reserves to try and get their name on the map as the premier place to dine and drink in all the country of Zun. A veritable smorgasbord of flavors, local and exotic.

Clover didn't know whether the two-bit no account deadbeat locust she was looking to squish even bothered to tastes what he put in his mouth, but this definitely seemed like the sort of place he'd hit. The legendary Dine & Dasher, Tornado Rhodes. Number 9 on NomadicNation most wanted list she'd found out, the humanoid famine that descended like a storm and left you with nothing. There was no way he could pass this up. 

The tournament being canceled meant all those restaurateurs would be pulling out early, but on such short notice there were still hungry mouths stuck in this city with no event to see who'd want to make the most of this trip. The carts and trucks would hang around for a couple of days at least, trying to recoup some of the loss they were expecting. He'd strike in that window if he was here, and she'd be ready for it!

On her way out she stopped and grabbed a pile of pamphlets from the kiosk beside the help desk, each one advertising of famous restaurant or bar that promised famous Zun cuisine, and stuffed most all of behind her back. With a touch of her hand and a little application of that special magic old Hazel had taught here the hole on the back of her waistcoat flared to life under her hair. She slipped the pamphlets inside, letting them fall into darkness of the abyss to read later, before running her finger round the edge and closing it up neat and tidy, like it wasn't even there. A perk of her power was that it'd let her smuggle her entire stock of booze onto the plane with her, so if she needed a little quick petty cash she could always set up the stand in the shadier parts of town and sell, sell, sell.

She'd kept one though, and read it while she walked. Apparently this placed was putting on a special sword dance to go with their steak or whatever they served here. Big, tanned, muscular guys swinging round scimitars while wearing vests that were three sizes to small for anything. Didn't seem like the sort of place Rhodes would take an interest in, but she might hit that up is she could find the time. She was so engrossed in her reading she didn't even notice the thunderous stomps of an approaching warrior. In fact, she didn't notice the warrior at all until her had walked head first into her and bounced off with a metallic clang.

She looked up to see Nameless, this blond bombshell with the most undecided look on her face Clover had ever seen. Clover felt sorry for her. Obviously the announcement hadn't wholly set in yet for this young warrior, and she was so crushed she couldn't even get out of the way. "Sorry about that. My fault." Clover said, reaching over and dusting off the girls brown jacket before patting her twice on the shoulder. "Tournaments canceled kid. Keep standing here and the next guy who knocks into ya' might take out his frustrations. Here." She slid the pamphlet into the girls hand. "Take in a show." She then walked around and out the door into the city itself.

It didn't take her long to spot the noodle cart out front and the poor owner rubbing the big red welt on his head. Clover shook her head. Unbelievable. People were already starting to get worked up. Wait long enough and war would probably break out.