Patricia
Alongside Rikard was the tall, muscular and winged aasimar, Winrae Kaliyah. While hse was two inchest shorter than her crocodilian companion, she was still extremely tall all things considered. Clad in her usual golden armor, her helmet was missing from her head and instead sat almost as a center piece for the table they sat at. Just like Rikard, she wore the royal crest of Alynthi, and her long, curled fiery red hair flowed freely down the back of her armor, some even down the front of her chest plate. The tankard in her hand was still filled all the way, and she was currently idly moving her hand in a circular motion, causing the alcoholic liquid with in to stir gently. Winrae's mind was obviously elsewhere, but hearing Rikard mention her name, she flickered her glowing white eyes his way.

"Do not get my started on all the ladies that have tried to sneak into the castle for him. That announcement was out of the blue, which I still don't fully understand why to begin with." Her voice was a bit irritated at the entire thing, but she then followed up with a sigh, "I don't think the prince is all too happy with me as of recent, so I'm avoiding him unless he needs me." Winrae rolled her eyes a bit at Rikard's grin, she turned to look at their other companion. Gesturing her head toward the knight, Winrae wished to change the subject from herself and the prince to something more current. "What about you, hm? I still can't believe either of you would sign up for such a trivial thing as a tournament. Tsk."

Finally, Winrae took a drink of her ale, downing the entire thing in one gulp before following up with an small *'ahhh'*. She had trained with Jeanne and Rikard a handful of times, but knew neither of them like close friends. When they roped her into tagging along for such a redundant thing as a competition of swordsmanship, Winrae begrudgingly agreed. Now here she was, a prince angry at her and out watching people duel knowing she could beat them all. Trivial.
James
*Jeanne, donning her lightweight armor, walked the streets of Hyburn with her gloved hand resting on the hilt of her sheathed sword. Free hand reaching up underneath her short hair, she brandished the silver cuff on her "Pointed" Ear while her emerald-green eyes flickered from one side of the cobblestone road to the other. In search of something specific, her eyes were caught on the sight of a tavern. Grinning ear-to-ear, Jeanne quickened her step and, without a hint of hesitation, swung open the door and stepped inside.*

*Door shutting behind her, she surveyed the inside, enjoying the sight of patrons exchanging stories and chugging ale. It was a fantastic sight, one that Jeanne often joined in. Unfortunately, however, her emerald-green eyes settled on the two familiar knights that occupied a table. Her grin waned significantly, a stone cold face replacing her joyous look from moments before. Knocking back kegs seemed impossible now since realizing the two Alynthi knights that certainly knew of her.* "Damn..." *Murmured the woman, wondering if she could slip back outside.*

"Tsk." *The young knight exhaled a heavy sigh before reluctantly approaching, eyes flickering from Winrae to Rikard. Neither were close friends nor did either know of her secret. And she hoped to keep it that way. Jeanne, because of her wariness towards Rikard, took her seat beside Winrae, giving a slight nod to the two.* "Greetings."

*She sealed her lips for the moment, listening quietly as the two exchanged words with one another. After hearing Rikard go on about Winrae and her... Attempts, all Jeanne could do was stifle her chuckle.*

*Winrae pointed out the tournament, an event that Jeanne was genuinely looking forward to. Kicking ass and showing her strength was tantalizing, so how could she pass up the opportunity? Nevertheless, she shrugged her shoulders in response to Winrae,* "I'm eager to win a tournament. Need some practice anyways." *Anne smirked,* "Anyway, I was hoping to have a duel between us Winrae... Been a while since we've last sparred. I've grown significantly since then." *A duel with someone that taught her how to hold a sword like a knight definitely interested her. Sadly, it seemed she was unwilling.*

*Nonetheless, Jeanne turned her attention to Rikard, grin still resting on her weathered lips.* "Though, I wouldn't mind a duel between us. It'd *Certainly* Be close. Probably." *It was apparent she thought highly of herself, an overinflated ego that only ballooned as the days past.*
Debra
*Rikard continued to dump another tankard in the waiting maw that was his mouth, then wiped with his arm after a sharp exhale. The situation at the castle had been quite hectic lately indeed. There was something to be said for discretion in dealing with noble ladies, but he'd never been the kind of man to really care about who they were. Some were getting really desperate...*

"Oh, I can bet. The announcement, though, I know why that was. The guy wants to get married, I think we can hardly fault him for that. If you wanted to get married, and you could keep a criminal in your trap by announcing it too, you'd make an announcement like that too." *He chuckled, a low rumbling sound that reverberated inside his throat, much louder than it had any right to be considering that he was in humanoid form. The sound much more reflected the crocodile he could become than the man he appeared to be at the moment.*

"I've been doing all right. I arm-wrestled an orc woman, beat her pretty soundly. Then she wanted to wrestle me for real, and I beat her soundly again. I think I smashed the floor of one of the Hungry Wolf's bedrooms. I didn't want to do it where I could cause *More* Property damage in the bar." *He reminisced, reaching for another cup. Clearly, he was not afraid to dig in and drink.*

"Hey, Jeanne. Welcome to the party." *He chuckled as the white-haired woman made her presence known with a few remarks that could not have been better comedy if she had tried. Little elves making boasts were certainly nothing to worry about.* 

"And as for tournaments, Jeanne's right. They're fun! I get to go in with my mace, enroll in the melee, beat some knights bloody, and come out on top." *He grinned.* "What's not to like? I rarely get to have some enjoyment."