Tehr's preparations left him quite ready to make a show, but the way of gathering up some salt and requesting cinnamon seemed to mostly simply amuse Tielwater who nodded to the maid as well as she left to retrieve the said waxed paper with the bit of spice. There was a calm presence as Tehr ate, as it seemed Tielwater was in no rush about that, and the request to visit the privy was easily granted as well. He stayed a bit quiet unless Tehr happened to have questions, but did not interfere with his preparations. Though the look of amusement seemed to turn to one of surprise as Tehr left the bathroom, chuckling a little and nodding his head then.<br/><br/>"Well you are surely going to give them a 'show' as you are, no matter how well you fight now." He grinned teasingly, but then looked at Tehr seriously. "Whatever way you win, is upto you. The arena itself has a 100 feet wide area for the two of you, its not huge but we don't have many large battles here. Its enough to give people room to watch in a circle around the combatants. Within the area, you'll have 80 feet wide circle to fight in, and if you can force your foe to flee to the 10 feet area between the line and the wall, you've already won. Alternatively taking your enemy down, uncouncious, will also win the battle. The place has a ward that makes sure nobody can be seriously hurt, whether by sword or sorcery, within its grounds. Before the battle, you will recite the oath that makes it activate on you. Its useless in actual combat since it requires that willingness to let it affect your strikes, but for sparring and such duels, its invaluable, ingenius idea." The man spoke seriously, leading Tehr out and to the streets.<br/><br/>"Though this is a mages duel, summons and using weapons to finish things if necessary are also permitted. Only thing that isn't allowed is aid from outside participants. Any summons and weapons you have already come bound just as you are to not do any lasting harm. A sword swipe would leave a nasty bruise but wouldn't cut flesh. Similarily, a fireball would left someone's body feeling cooked but no worse than bad sunburn. Enough to be healed easily enough, though they could knock a combatant out just as surely as if they had been killed." Walking the street, Tielwater brought Tehr towards a large round structure. There had been stalls before it last day, but now it was bit more quiet, but walking through the archway, Tehr was greeted by the sight of people one floor above sitting in rows, each higher than the last, giving them a view of the arena. There was tracks in the ground, showing where some stalls perhaps rested on some other days, and some holes on the tiled ground where something might be set down into on a regular day, but now they were empty, giving the two combatants a clear ground.<br/><br/>Tehr's foe wasn't in the arena yet, but instead on the other side seeming to be talking to Emily's sister Eeva, who didn't seem particularily pleased with him for some reason. He smirked though and made a bit of a boastful gesture of flexing his arms to which Eeva replied with a faked yawn, to the halfling lad's chargrin. Noticing Tehr and Tielwater though, he began to stride towards the circle, as Tielwater nod. "Anything you want to say before the fight, do so after my announcement. That is, if you want to make some claims, dedicate a fight, anything such." He smiled peacefully heading in the middle of the two. In the area, there were two round circles about 5 feet wide, 30 feet apart from one another, leaving him 35 feet behind him to the wall, and 25 feet to the edge of the ring. Same for the other lad.<br/><br/>Gazing at the crowd, Tehr would see Emily and her family on a separate section of their own, watching the fight on seats like all the others, but a small side wall gave them a tiny bit of privacy. It wasn't elevated platform by any means, but still a bit separate from the rest of the area. Behind them, several house maids, and two mothers with their children, as well as three halfling men with curious looks on their faces.<br/><br/>There was also a fair share of 'guests' as he would see, a pair of dwarves seated on the other side of their section, both men that watched him curiously. Behind them, a lithe elven man besides a touch younger elven woman. There was also a woman that looked tall enough to be a human or an elf, wrapped in a dark blue robe at the top of that section, her face hidden but silver hair flowing out of the robe, and the bulge of her chest saying the figure was a woman clearly enough. There was one more figure, a tall, almost amazonian seeming woman with dark green skin obvious, towering well over six feet at least, perhaps closer to seven, at the back as well, watching the fight, with some kind of fur and leather assembly of straps and hide to cover her chest at least, from this distance.<br/><br/>"Ladies and Gentlemen! Today we have our honored guest from House Wynt join us in a caster duel-" There was a cheer in the air, and more than a few whistles from the sounds of it at his introduction, while Tielwater made a gesture with his hands lowering a bit, calming the cheer for the moment so he could finish. "-against one of my students, intended as a demonstration match kept in privacy at first, but given the circumstances we have Lady Olivia to thank us for lending us the Circle for this." Another cheer, though it seemed Tehr's foe was getting angry with the waiting, tapping his foot on the ground as Tiel continued swiftly.<br/><br/>"My student is the Son of the Third Branch-" He had barely began when a few of the crowd shouted their boos, while some others cheered, a few banners raised to the air swiftly. It seemed the young man had his share of support, but more than a few also displayed undisguised annoyance at his presence. "-who grasped the challenge eagerly upon learning of it. These two young men will now swear the traditional oath of doing no harm."<br/><br/>Tiel cleared his throat, then turning towards the other lad first, making him repeat it, and pausing to wait at a few points, seeming to demand the lad repeat EVERY word clearly before accepting it, then turning towards Tehr. "Repeat after me. I swear by my name, that I honor the code, and strike to win but not slay, that I seek triumph not blood, and what begins here, ends here." That done, the old halfling man would leave it up to Tehr and halfling lad to say anything they'd want to say before starting.