<div class="floatleft">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb425/ylauzon/ChrisHemsworth.jpg)</div>Character: Cedric Valda<br/>Location: Proving Grounds stands<br/>Time: Day 1 Noon<br/>Tagging: Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>It wasn't long before the doctor removed the fallen warrior and the princesses settled in that the second match  would just be started as two other young warriors stepped forward to do battle. For the second match in a row Cedric found himself unimpressed, this time it wouldn't be for the length of the match but simply the overall skill being displayed. It appeared that January was a noble that was either unable to secure a fighter or too bold to do so, and his opponent didn't understand that armor weighed you down. For the majority of the match it truly looked like a child trying to cut open a steel door with a dagger. All the blows landed by January simply bounced off the armor of Geddie, who was so weighed down by such armor that he couldn't manage to land a blow on the other. Eventually it seemed January's wits caught up with him as he circled around the giant tin can and dove at the back of the man's knee driving Geddie into the ground. The finish was entertaining if nothing less as Geddie was too weighed down by his armor and the weight of another man to move, while January sat on top of him pounding the top of Geddie's helmet with Geddie's own shield to try and render his opponent unconscious. It was about five minutes of that before the judge stepped in and declared Geddie unable to fight back and therefore January would advance.<br/><br/>"And this is considered to be a competition of honor," he said turning his eyes to his bodyguard. "It looks more to me like a bunch of boys are trying to pretend to be men," he sighed shaking his head wearily. Of course there were bound to be threats in the tournament but where Cedric had been planning to encounter a entourage of wolves and snakes, so far he'd found kittens and puppies. He'd find his eyes turning to his left where the royal box would be. There were two princesses here as far as he could tell, their father above them in the box no doubt entertained by the shenanigans of the fighters so far. He had made sure to do is research, but knowing of and the character of someone, and the description of their appearance didn't quite compensate for actually looking at them. One was young, looking as if she had only just fully come onto being a woman, so that likely made her either Ellya or Jacquelyn. The other sister who had walked to the younger one was older with deep auburn hair. Which didn't fully mark her for any one of the numerous daughters that existed but he was fairly certain her personal guard and her lady in waiting would mark her as Princess Avelyn.<br/><br/>There had been a few "heroes" that had tried to approach them and had been promptly turned away with suggested that part of this challenge in the first place would be getting their attention. Simply walking up to them would be foolhardy in such a environment and even should you be so charming to get past the guards how simple is too sway a woman's heart surrounded by so much protection? He'd find scribbling down a note, taking time and being careful to make sure it was clear and legible, after all he wanted them to be able to read his writing. Then he'd catch a courier making his way back up to the stands and would stop them. "Excuse me sir," he'd call out catching the young man's attention. "Do you know which princesses are in the box right now," he asked the young man.<br/><br/>"<strong>Yes sir, they are Princess Avelyn and Princess Ellya,"</strong>the young man remarked in a very humble tone. "<strong>Is there something you need with them,</strong>" he asked.<br/><br/>Cedric would nod his head, "you as a matter of fact I would ask you deliver a message for me, I'm not so bold as to believe I may simply walk up and expect a audience with those so much higher then myself," he'd state handing the courier the letter and some gold for the fare. That was of course enough to get the young man to do what he wished and he would settle himself back down to see if his letter garnered some interest. This would do a few things for him, the most obvious of course getting a audience with a princess, but it'd also allow him to judge how his reputation rested in the capital if his name was recognized, and it'd also allow him to measure assuming his audience was accepted just how cerebral the princesses were. A good opportunity to "feel out" his tasks ahead of him.<br/><br/>The letter wrote,<em>Forgive my boldness however I found myself wondering if Your Royal Highness has ever witnessed a battle before, and understands the mechanics that go into such a thing. If you were interested I might explain how to measure a man and see true skill beyond muscle or armor. If such a proposition interests you, send the courier back to me and I would be honored to introduce myself properly. If not I sincerely apologize for bothering you, and hope to meet you properly soon.<br/><br/>Sincerely<br/>Cedric Valda Duke of Galdoa</em>