[h2][color=lightblue]Rolan[/color][/h2]

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Rolan had, in his wanderings of the various stalls and merchants, picked up a few miscellaneous items that caught his own interest. Some foreign dish he was not familiar with, though the heat it had was a surprisingly intriguing way to bring out the rest of the dish's flavor. He had also collected a few trinkets and a book on alchemical principles and recipes he had not seen in the collection back at the Caendeln library. No promises that it would be anything useful as far as actual recipes, but he might glean something useful from the discussion At worst, it was not terribly expensive so it was a safe bet to make. He was still making his way about the tournament grounds, familiarizing himself with the layout in total just in case. Old habits, and all that, but he did spot a familiar face in his wanderings.

Ser Renar, by Rolan's estimate barely having left his tent, was already being badgered by some Hundi girl. Similar height to the Captain, pink hair, polished but cared for plate, another person seeking fame and glory at the tournament. Not that he could readily judge, given he was [i]also[/i] here, at the Captain's command, to participate as well. Now, whether or not the hundi was already issuing some sort of challenge or not was....well, not likely, Ser Renar did not look like he was fielding a challenge going off expressions that he could see. Rolan considered simply taking up a discreet position nearby, and observe, but that was not strictly beneficial to anyone involved. Besides, he could at least check in with Ser Renar, and if the man wanted the out of dealing with the hundi, he could come up with something and Rolan could play along easily enough.

[color=lightblue]"Apologies for the interruption Lady....Beaux, was it? Ser Renar, any word from the others yet? I imagine the Captain might want to speak with us collectively before the Tournament begins proper."[/color]

[@Psyker Landshark]