So it was with an arrogant swagger that he made his way to a particularly large white tent on the outskirts of the tournament, the sounds of laughter and conversation coming from within. Curious despite himself, he entered past the tent flap and was greeted immediately with silence. The room was filled with ponies, griffons, dogs, and other creatures sitting on top of crates, eating and drinking on top of empty barrels. Almost all of them wore some kind of armour and carried weapons: spears, staves, axes, swords as well as species specific weapons such as wing blades and hoof claws.