Ora
Arin Cragton
The Southern Isles

Arin brushed the dirt off of the sword he had picked up. It now held a scratch from where he had dragged it across Jax's blade. Arin picked up the sheath and slid the sword inside, clasping the leather grip closed. 

*Well, Captain... You win your bet.* He thought, facing the exit. He slowly walked off of the field with his head held high, comforted by the thought of the fact that people had cheered for him. 

He strolled out of the court where a few of the guards had grouped, and was stopped. 

"No one enters." A guard said, putting his hand out to stop Arin. 

"I need.. To return a favor. Captain Faren-" He got out before he was stopped. 

"No one enters. Cap'n's orders himself." The guard said. Arin swore silently. 

"I need to return his sword." Arin said, frustrated.
Steven
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Anyanka Durkhan and Angelica Stafford 
Mizzen, Royal Box, The Southern Isles. ```

The speech had stirred the tournament, and from their place outside, the roar of the crowd had still been deafening for a moment. Angelica and Anya both turned, their conversation paused for the sake of cheers. Anya raised a brow, turning back to the blonde who was still looking past her. Eric had gone on ahead of them with the others, and Jax, as usual, had disappeared to the field. The Eclipse had been the pushing factor for her participation here, and Angelica had pushed just as hard as Eric to come to the isles. For some reason, her staff really loved to be everywhere but home. They'd given her long enough to show no signed of infection from the bite, before asking about moving forward in more political nonsense. 

Eric and Angelica, for as much as she loved them, craved expansion and stability. She could have lived her life never seeing another battle, and yet, here she was, watching as champions came together with Maith shouting for backing for a new Terresolian king. 

"He'll be fine." Angelica insisted, her hand finding the Queen's shoulder and earning a tired glance from the comment. 

"I know. You should check in on Eric, before he decides to enter himself in the Tourney." The Queen nodded to the box where the rest of the Astorian party was watching. It took her a moment before she finally moved into the box, stepping into the box behind the Staffords. 

Her hand found Angelica's shoulder, squeezing once. Angelica glanced up, patting the Queen's hand on her shoulder before leaning over to place her hand on Eric's thigh. She knew he would do fine if and when he decided to step into the field, but it didn't make her any less concerned. 

After Brightwater left the field, Anyanka stepped out of the box, heading out and down towards where they were leaving the fields.
Terence
Captain Jax Brightwater
The Mizzen, Tonate Proper, The Southern Isles

The next riders were already exiting from their tunnels as the knight and his squire exited the field.  Compared to the bustle of the pretourney, the catacombs were almost lax as things fell into the motions of production.

"Get this fucking thing off me."  Jax grumbled as he stepped into his designated stable, already ripping at the buckles of his breastplate.

"Ser, you should keep it on, you have another bout."

"I won't fight another child!"  Jax knew his next opponent would be the Raven Knight, but he still didn't know the person's age, and didn't know who would be his opponent in the finals.

"Then... Maybe tell her that?"  Aleks nodded towards the nearby entrance, where a commotion had started.  Entering the catacombs through the divide in the people, came Anya.

Jax and Aleks pressed their left fists to their chests, and dropped to their knees before their liege.

"Your highness, I'm surprised you came down to see me."