there was a bit of up stir in the crowed as Bjomolf tried to get through them, compared to everyone else he was a giant This was his last year having to stand with the others after that he would be of age. He edged his way forward trying not to knock any grieving parents or stand on any children that were too young for the picking. 
His many years of wood cutting had built his muscles up and he was blessed to have his grandfathers height, but there was a drawback to this, he couldn't fit in small places, he wasn't quick on his feet and Doorways oh how he hated doorways, 

As he edged closer he came across a small child who was alone and crying, he didn't know how the child would react to him, but he felt as if he had to do something. 
So Bjomolf bent down as low as he could to talk to this child 
"greetings young sir, what ever is the matter?" 
the child shocked by this communication stuttered out amidst the crying " I...I'm Sc..scared what if i get p..p..picked today" 
Bjomolf knew that there was a chance this kid would be picked and there was nothing he could do about it so he simply replied " I can't promise you won't get picked, but if you do just think of how many lives you will save, i know its scary but this is for the good of the kingdom, you will be protecting your family who i'm sure you love dearly" 
The boy looked up at Bjomolf still sobbing "i..i guess Can i stay with you till its over?" 
Bjomolf stood up and offered the child his hand "Stay close little one, By the way i'm Bjomolf and it is my pleasure to meet you Laddie" 

With that they both edged forward into the group of children at the front, it would be unfair for Bjomolf to go at the front but the boy wanted to see what was going on so he lifted him up and sat him on his shoulders, He glanced about the guards seeing if they was expecting trouble, there always was from protective parents but nothing ever to serious, With that he looked up at the front waiting for this thing to start