The crowd cheered as a griffon in a green and orange slashed tunic waved a small green flag at Handy before turning around and placing it in a wooden block with five holes. Two of the holes were filled with orange flags; the other three were now filled with green ones as Handy had won the best of five rounds for the duel. Handy stood back up and raised his glaive in the air as the crowd celebrated. In truth, he only did it for the show of it. No sense not entertaining the crowd, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the praise. Looking up, he could see several spectator towers where the wealthier festival goers could look down on multiple fighting rings simultaneously for their pleasure. Of course, those with wings could just hover mid-air and watch, but that was generally frowned upon. The towers were colourful things, large and square shaped and covered with cloth along their sides depicting symbols of Firthengart and the High kingdom of Griffonia alongside images of forests and glens in the autumn. Pennants and banners hung on poles, jutting out of their tops and fluttering in the breeze. Colourful bunting hung on wires that ran from the towers down to pegs in the ground.