Felicia
**Cyprien de Lysse - The road to the Mizzen**

The senechal had seem fit to arrange a charriage for them. Cyprien went first, followed by his daughter and the dour woman that served as her aide. Bastien was absent.

"We'll have to go without him," He told his captain. "If he gets to the mansion, tell him where we are."

"Aye, lord."

The chauffeur whipped his horses, and Cyprien made himslef comfortable. Or in any case, he tried to. The carriage stopped not long after they began to move.

"What's this, another roadblock?"

"No lord,"Answered the chauffeur. "We have arrived. "

One road. That's how far the stadium was from the castle. _'The king must love his spectacles'_, thought Cyprien.
The small retinue of House de Lysse made it's way to the observation box of the stadium. The stadium reminded Cyprien of the ancient ruins of the Sun Gate. The color and style were entirely different, but the architectural layout bore many similarities. Curious. Was the stadium an ancient building? Or perhaps the architectural paradigms of the old days had endured in the Isles when the mainland forgot them?

In any case, now was hardly the time to worry about it. It was time to meet the king of the Isles.
Edith
**King Dennon Bigsby, Kirk Pinewood
Outside Maith Mansion**

Dennon stared at the carriage waiting for him at the front of Maith Mansion. It was draped in the regalia of house Scheer. The sight made him nostalgically think back to the plague, and the lack of pomp and circumstance that came with it. "A bit gaudy, isn't it?" Dennon joked to the driver.

"Do you not like it?" The driver asked, crestfallen with a hint of fear.

"Oh, I do. I do." He said quickly after forgetting the sway his position had on other people. "It's was just a... Forget I said anything. Let's go." Embarrassed, Dennon climbed in the carriage.

**. . .**

*"King Dennon of Ibethiel!"* A voice announced as Dennon's carriage arrived at the Mizzen, Tonate's main arena, where the joust was meant to be held. A few people cheered as he exited the carriage. The king waved to them.

"I like mountains too!" A woman yelled, trying to impress him and get his attention.

Standing in Dennon's path was Kirk, who was posed in an awkward stance. "Are you lost?"

"No. I'm just letting the artists here today get a good long view so that I can be recognized in the future portraits." Kirk mumbled, not looking at him.

"How long have you been standing here?"

"My legs are starting to hurt..."

"Listen, I'm sorry about earlier-"

"No, I should be sorry. It was not appropriate to say what I did at the time I did. I hope I didn't ruin things with Bradai."

"You didn't. We had a nice chat after you left. Then we parted ways to get ready for the joust. He was probably more amused than anything."

"That's a relief. After I left, I went to a bathhouse."

Dennon looked at him with shock. "But... Anna."

"Not *That* Kind of bathhouse."

"Oh, well, you look cleaner. Why don't we head inside? I don't think Bradai is here yet, and I don't want to sit alone."

"Fine by me." Kirk agreed, relaxing as they both began to walk to the entrance. "Ooooh. Is that woman selling jerky?!"
John
Puckgordon had entered through a back area, where servants would enter, keeping his new friend safe around his neck. He set his friend in a barrel that was not used for anything and straightened his hair.

A one-eared bastard could be seen sitting in one of the horse stalls, moping around with a big nasty bandage on his head. 

This brought a smile to Puck's face, and he ran his hands down his surcoat. Walking past the stall, he slowed, giving the bastard a clever look.

"Let me know if you want to get it evened out... I'm always hungry... Hehe." The devilishly handsome young lad kept on a smirk as the bastard stared on with distaste and unease.
Ora
Valkrin Farensun
Tonate Proper

Valkrin yawned. "Sure you were." He said, leading her out of the doorway. The bright sun was refreshing, and the silence was amazing. Little words passed between the pair as they walked towards the beautiful carriage awaiting their arrival. 

"Of course." He answered as he was asked if their destination was Bradai's mansion. "Where else would I be going?" He remarked, rolling his eyes. He glanced over at Catarina and offered his hand to her. 

"Ladies first." He said, smiling. As soon as she was inside he climbed in after her, and they immediately began riding towards Bradai's manor. Valkrin rubbed his temples. The marks always seemed to bother him before he went to see Maíth.