<strong>Character:</strong>Gavin Tyro<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside The Knight’s Shield<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Noon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone nearby<br/><br/>Gavin leans back in his chair, the plate of his half eaten meal resting before him on the worn table. A half smirk crossed his face when he heard the trumpets playing in the distance, a sure sign that the tournament had at last begun. He had started to wonder when they would ever get the darn thing started, especially after he had seen the seemingly unending list of combatants that had been accepted to complete. Shaking his head, he came forward in his seat, his elbows resting atop the table as he scooped up a half of a loaf of hard bread, pulling some of the softer center out to place in his mouth. His eyes shifted about casually, regarding the various people that passed by, noting the heraldry of any knight or liege lord that might happen to be close by.<br/><br/>He did feel a bit out of place. Having arrived the day before, he had thought it prudent to find a room, suspecting that that the accommodations might fill up quickly with such an important event taking place. At first he had been tempted to go to the most luxurious of places and take his claim as he felt it was fitting. But as he moved through the crowds, took note of the various people of power he decided that it might be best to go the lower road and fine a place that offered him a little…privacy. Going a step further, Gavin had abstained from wearing anything that held his family colors or heraldry, merely donning a pair of black legging and dark grey doublet. He did catch a few glances that wandered his way but nothing lasted longer than a moment which only caused him to smile. Let them wonder and whisper, he had no need to go about shouting his name. Let his blade speak of him in the arena.<br/>