He shook his head, rubbing his wrist unconsciously as he looked around. The stands were emptying for the day as the revellers went elsewhere. He supposed it might do him some good to go out and enjoy the festival as well. In truth, he just wanted to go back and sit in his tent, perhaps read a book, but that was just inviting disaster as Tanismore would inevitably start looking for him once he was off duty. The others would likely either be guarding the king or going about the festival, Joachim would be with Goldtooth for most of the day, and Crimson was off enjoying herself. He presumed as much anyway; not as if she was the best company either as of late. The arbalist competition was to be hosted later that day, so he could always go to that. Apparently, the smart money was on a crossbow griffon from up north, and he wanted to see if he could make some money on placing a few bets.