>>6295068You blink, “Is that even allowed? It is a tournament to divvy up the lands confiscated by the Bloodgrave family, and I am royalty.”
“Hey, don’t ask me, I’m a Stranger here. But this place has that whole militaristic flavor to it, so I doubt people would care if you won some acres fairly.”
You nod, “And there is no personal motive on your end? Such as getting a better estate than that horrid shack you live in?”
He clicks his tongue, “Nothing's wrong with my place,” He says, but does not meet your eyes, “Besides, your goal in the tournament isn’t to win.”
“Then it is?”
“To sniff out all the Strangers who are going to be in attendance, of course. Hell, it’s gonna be worse than the tax rush for an accountant.”
“That meaning?”
“An event like your father is putting on, a royal martial tournament, hosted by the esteemed Mageknight Academy, with the promise of not mere glory but also large tracts of land for the victorious? Strangers from all over the country are going to be attracted to it like they are to the Adventurer’s Guild, only to the tenth degree.”
“People always complain about them, but I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who wasn’t willing to sit down through a good tournament arc,” Marie comments.
“But I have never heard about Stranger interference during a grand tournament.”
Asher gives you a small, but devious smile, “Thank you.”
“I see…”
“I can fill you in more, but only after I know if you’re in or not.”
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