“In any case, you will not solve the matter here tonight. Perhaps you should get some rest, my lord,” Stormglare suggested. “And you have the tournament to look forward to. I trust that will at least cheer you up?” Joachim opened his mouth to respond before closing it again. Come to think about it, he had this ominous feeling regarding the festival in Firthengart. Logically, he knew he was just being paranoid. There really wasn’t any reason for him to worry about with the tournament.