Quoted By:
"Sir... Was it wise to match the dwarf with the already-renowned Hector of Griffinmount?
- <span class="mu-s"> <span class="mu-b"> Well, she went to me in person and beg on her knee to be his first opponent... Noblesse oblige, I granted her request. </span> </span> "
Wooden stands have been mounted around a flat field, that will become a puddle of mud by the end of the round. The contestants approach for the Errant's tournament first strife.
As usual, the contest is one of unmounted duel. Hounds, and by extension, Young Griffin, are not allowed although Hector is responsible for that addendum to the guidebook. The field is located near a lake, with the resident sylphs raising from the depth to add a blessing to fighter : both their weapons, and their body, will turn in died water upon impact, preventing any kind of possible injury while still making a scuffle's winner obvious.
Time for the first duel...
" <span class="mu-s"> <span class="mu-b"> Guillot, I grant you the honor of being the announcer? </span> </span>
- My fair ladies and gentle gentlemen, welcolm to this year's edition of Equinox turnament! I'm Guillot and I'll be your host tonight; We're gathered with my fellow Errant for your pleasure and enjoyment. The favorites for this year's edition are the squad leader, still alive after six months of Errance. First, the charismatic leader, Ulrrrriiiiiiiiccc"
The crowd cheers, while the well-mannered blond man bows with a little smile.
- "Then, the efficient fighter, with an eerie aura, instantly making men swooning and women braver, Juuuuuuliuuuuuuuuuuus"
The skull-masked night is a bit abashed by the jibe, and wave awkwardly at the laughing crowd.
" <span class="mu-r"> You'll pay for this, bard </span>
- Oh yeah? You and what army? 'cause let me introduce you on my left, my good friend Mathias! The man have already been granted knighthood, with two of his men, and still proved themselves in the last week worthier than all your sorry band since you left your mother home. Laaaaadieess and Gentleeeeemen, applause for the righteous one, the blade a feather in his hand... SIIIIIR MAAAATHIASSSSS DUBOIIIIIIIIIIS"
Once his breath caught back, Guillot take the stage again without an other look to a death-glaring Julius and a blushing Mathias.
"And, lastly... The one we all know will win that display of wit and mind... His feats of arms too numerous to summarize before Nightfall... Hero of Griffinmount, Slayer of the Regal Nido demon, bane of undead, tamer of Vaillant the Griffin; Chosen of the mother, Guardian of the light, a walking Miracle, my best friend, my brother... Please, for those that don't already know him... The one, the only, the original... BANNNER HECTOR OF GRIFFINMOUNT!"
Guillot, in his blue tights and pink feather on his soft cap, is panting while the crowd is cheering madly.
Hector, a bit embarrassed, still acknowledge Guillot is the man for the job.
