Rhonda
Seneschal Silas Asgarov
The Depths of the Mizzen

"Of course." The Seneschal nodded, and headed further down the hallway into the deepness of the Mizzen. His fine shoes padded lightly against the sandy floor, which absorbed all the noise of his footfalls. Although the light in the cavern like expanse grew darker and darker, the sapphire on his ring continued to glimmer as brilliantly as if they had been in the sun. Just when they were entering complete darkness, a chill filled the air. 

_Woosh._ 

On either side of them, the torches came alight on their sconces, blazing with a soft blue flame. It provided light, but no heat. When they came upon the next set of torches, they too caught flame, and the ones behind them went out. 

"How is this?" Silas asked, his breath fogging in the cool air. 

They were nowhere. Two flickering blue torches, two high bloodstone walls, a pile of crates and a single, empty barrel. Although the sounds of the tourney could be heard through the walls, the sound had grown so faint that when the crowd lulled, you could almost forget they were they were still there. Silas thought the whole affair was vaguely crypt like. It made him feel at home.
Steven
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Anyanka Durkhan
The Mizzen, Tonate Proper, Southern Isles
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It wasn't a particularly long walk from the box to the tunnels, and waiting wasn't long before the Eclipse and his companion left the tunnels. Anyanka moved from the side towards the center, watching as the two Astorian's exited the arena. Jax made a comment about fighting a child, and her brow quirked. Is that what he thought of opponents now? She'd not personally seen the fight, just the end of it when she and Angelica had slipped back into the stands. 

Jaxs and Aleks both saluted, their hands to their chests before dropping to their knees. Anyanka paused, her hand touching Aleks' shoulder first to dismiss the solute then Jax's. 

"I'm surprised to see you walking away from another round." She noted, then looked to Aleks briefly, her gaze lingering on the protection he'd worn. "Lord Stafford is taking the next round, so I've been told. Are you going to be rejoining us?"
Terence
Captain Jax Brightwater
The Mizzen, Tonate Proper, The Southern Isles

Jax stood slowly, clasping his hands behind his back.

"If I didn't know better, it almost sounds like you expected me to lose."  He looked down at his half-assembled armor he had begun to rip away before the conversation started.

"I will be rejoining you in the box, I've decided to forfeit the tournament."  His voice grew more solemn at the last sentence, it was certainly unorthodox for a forfeit *After* The round.
Ashley
Eric Stafford
The Mizzen

Eric was watching Jax and Arin leave the field before his wife caught his attention. "Oh, there you are, love." He said pleasantly before giving her a quick peck on the lips. "That kid shouldn't have been on that field." Eric said gesturing toward the field, looking to his wife. "Things like that are specifically why Robert and I specifically forbid squires from participating in these. Had someone less than honorable been out there, that kid would be dead for the sheer joy of it. Just to get the crowd excited." 

Eric stood up, shaking his head. "I believe I'm next up."
Steven
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Anyanka Durkhan
The Mizzen, Tonate Proper, Southern Isles 
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The woman gave a half roll of her eyes, glancing down when he did to his garbled armor. If looked like he'd been dressed by a man who didn't know what armor was or how it was supposed to go, and was working on five seconds of seeing a knight in person. 

She gave a sigh, stepping forward and pulling loose the buckles to remove the breastplate he had been fighting when she arrived. Once removed, she rested a palm on the back of the piece, warm still from where it sat against the man. The other hand moved her middle and forefinger along the Eclipse emblem, a path of clean metal left where her fingerpads picked up the dust. 

"I never expect you to lose." She countered. "If I didn't have faith in you and yours I'd be one foolish Queen to have you heading my guard." She lifted her attention to him once more, passing the breastplate back to him and turning, her heel kicking up dust in the stable. 

"Good," She started, heading back towards the box she had left a moment before. "We have things to discuss before Stafford tries to drag us into something more than just child's play. I'm sure Maith will be sharing a meal with us soon enough, I'd like to assure my team is all on the same page when we do."