The roads became less crowded as the Tourney began, giving Aerandir more walking room but making him stand out much more. While he knew that no Crows would attack him head on in public, he disliked the now exposing enviroment he was now in. Deciding to head to a more crowded place, Aerandir headed to the arena where the Tourney was being held. Maybe there would be a better place to hide there...<br/><br/>As Aerandir approached the arena, screams of terror begun to ring out from the stands. At first Aernadir thought little of it, figuring that a warrior had just been brutaly slain in one of the matches. But that persumtion swas soon proven false after a loud sound came from inside te arena, which sounded like magic.<br/><br/>But magic was fobidden in these parts... After all, the Prince was a mage-hater, and any person discovered with the ability to use magic were treated... very badly. And with that in cosideration, using magic at this calibur in public was like a death wish... Very interesting... So what kind of situation would force someone to use magic in such an anti-magic society?<br/><br/>Aerandir climbed the walls of the arena all the way to the top, where he had a good view of the arena. There he saw two people and what looked like a demon of some sort. An Arcane Horror or something. The two people, who seemed to be mages, had already paralyzed it with their spells. He watched one of them finish the Horror off with a large and powerful fire spell, which engulfed the demon in flames.<br/><br/>Of course, the usage of spells made the crowed even<em>more</em>frantic, and they started to pile out of the arena with great haste. Aerandir decided to stick around a little while, just to see what would happen...