Kashund had travelled widely already a six months in his journey, tracking down his sister who besides had sinned against Qun for born with curse of magic had also fled the Qun justice which is reserved for mages. Which is removal of their tongues.<br/><br/>Kashund had lived off like a Tal-Vashoth, but he had not forsake the ways of Qun nor sold his honor and pride. However he was running low on money and most mercenary jobs went against his ethics, he could survive in wilderness quite while. But humans seem have silly notion that someone owns the woods and all animals in it. Not a suitable concept when you need travel much like Kashund has and will do in future likely.<br/><br/>So he hears about Grand Tourney held in City of Starkhaven. Kashund cared little for reputation or glory of said Tourney, as he had no need nor desire for either. But he heard there is handsome reward in sovereigns to the champion of the tourney. So he comes to the city but sees it's surrounded by the qunari.<br/><br/>He remembers the disapproving stares of the other qunari who saw him from far that he was Tal-Vashoth, a<em>true grey</em>, he had by tradition forsake Qun but he had forsake it by his own free will. But same way he has chosen respect it but he had chosen to be treated as such so long his quest remains. Some pair of younger qundari warriors sought to spit upon him, but only brief look on his blade up close along with knocking both of them down with single swing of said blade by walking past them quickly, not stopping at all. Kashund reached the gates before friends of the two youths managed form any group to chase him.<br/><br/>The gate guards had seen what he had did so they had left him pass through, as Kashund clearly was not part of the qundari group which surrounded the city at the moment and let him once they learned what for he was there; to join the Tourney. Both guards with chuckle planned place their bets on him but it made Kashund angry enough release low growl, which made both guards back off from that idea hopefully.<br/><br/>Either case he moved in the streets, even if he would raise hood of his tattered brown traveler's cape the folks would see just from sheer height size that he was qundari so he did not disguise his racial entity, despite many glares he received from walking in the street armed and armored. He moved to office where tourney registrations are taken and he puts his name on the list; Kashund the qundari. However there was short while before tourney starts he groans and wanders around the tourney area, walk as he had nothing to do but wait and wait time is usually worst before battle. But as veteran he kills time just walking, observing and learning more of the weird outlandish customs the people in Free Marches seem practice.