"So we need a total of five people, correct?" Weimar asked as they exited the arena.
Syras nodded."Aye, two more."
"Where do ye intend on finding two more people?" Sangrid asked.
"We can try the tavern?" Weimar suggested.
Syras shrugged. "I was going to say the archery range, but sure that could bloody well work."
"What are ye waiting for? Move yer lazy arses then!" Sangrid grabbed them both and tugged them toward the tavern.
Weimar glanced up noticing a large fluffy cloud cover the otherwise clear sunny sky. It gave the whole area a slight shadowy appearance. For some reason, it felt like a bad omen to Weimar, but he shook that thought off. He had the tournament to worry about.
" Watcha thinking about?" Sangrid whispered in his ear.
"Oh?Uh, nothing important," he stammered.
"Is that so?" she sneered, giving his arm a squeeze.
"Heyy!" Weimar let out a yelp as they entered the tavern. Sangrid let both boys go as they began their search.
"Out of my way!"
Two men pushed past the trio and ran off to the counter area. There were only two open spots which were now occupied by the men. Weimar saw the counter lined with many men and some boys greedily chomping on hot pies like hungry wolves.
"What is up with that?" Syras raised a brow.
The redhead made a face. "Ah don't know, but ye lads have the most disgusting table manners."
"In case you didn't know, we have a happy hour due to the tourney." A voice from behind reached their ears.
All three teens turn to see an obese boy their age standing behind them, holding plates of steaming food. The aroma of fresh meat was enough to make Weimar's mouth water.
"Free Shepherd's pie and a drink of your choice for the hour," the boy continued.
"Sounds inviting, but we are on a quest," Weimar said.
"Quest, huh?" The obese boy smiled. " Are you hedge knights or something?"
"Do we look like hedge knights?" Sangrid burst out laughing. " Boy, git your eyes checked."
"No, we are participating in a melee real soon and we need two more people to make it a team," Weimar explained.
The serving boy. "Oh, sounds fun. I wish you the best of luck."
"Would you like to join?" Weimar asked.
Sangrid and Syras were taken back by the question.
"Weimar, please tell me you aren't serious," Syras pleaded.
"Really? Me?" the server asked. He ran a hand over his shoulder length curly brown hair as he contemplated the decision."I would be honored to. My shift ends in about fifteen."
"I am honored." The aspiring knight smiled before deciding to introduce himself. "I am Weimar, and these two are Syras and Sangrid."
"I am Adel," the boy answered, returngin the smile as he left to carry out his job." See you in fifteen minutes."
Syras then turned his friend to face him. "Weimar, you out of your bloody mind , mate? No way that fat slob would help our team advance to the finals."
"Don't underestimate him," Weimar countered."Besides, we need to find the ample numbers needed in a limited time. I am not going to waste time searching the whole compound."
"Whatever." Syras sighed."I trust you. What do you think, Sangrid?"
Weimar glanced to his left when she failed to answer and noticed she was nowhere in sight.
"Where did she go?" The tanned Outer Territory resident sighed.
"If I knew, I would not look baffled," Weimar responded.
" Oh, I didn't know you had some humor in you," Syras jested as they turned to search for their companion.
Weimar groaned. "Just shut up."
The two boys bustled through the crowded tavern as they tried to find their friend. It wasn't even five minutes later when an all too familiar voice greeted them from behind.
"There ye all are! Where have ya all been? Ah been lookin' all over for ya!"
Weimar whirls around to see Sangrid standing with another girl. This girl came up to Sangrid's shoulders, but the feisty expression on her face seemed to indicate that she is just as tough as her. Weimar's eyes raked the girl, noticing she had long, russet hair to her back and eyes the color of oakwoad.
"Care to introduce your friend to us?" Syras cut in.
"Ah was getting there, you dolt!" She rolled her eyes. "Have some patience! Anyway, this is mah friend Seline. She agreed to join our team."
"What skills does she possess?" Syras raised a brow
" She can throw darts with surprising accuracy," Sangrid replied
"I can as well," Syras boasted.
Seline smiled. "Cool."
"So I guess that's it." Weimar looked relieved yet eager to begin. . "All we need to do is wait for Adel to return."
"Ye guys aren't really considering him, are ya?"Sangrid sighed
"Unfortunately, Weimar did," Syras grumbled and sighed, running a hand through his messy dark hair. "I tell you, that fat lug is going to slow us down."
"Guys, can't we give him a chance?"Weimar groaned. "Why are you quick to judge judge people when you don't know their fighting prowess?"
Before he could receive an answer, Adel arrived.
"Hello, this is the team, no?" He grinned, his grey eyes darting between them.
Weimar nodded. "More or less.Come, let's go register."
All five team members left the tavern and headed to the red pavilion. Weimar saw a red sign that read Register Here and led his team members over.
" Guys, have we decided on a team name?" Weimar asked, craning his head back as he addressed them.
"How about the Fighting Vipers?"Syras asked.
"Or the Raging Kittens?" Seline smiled.
"Nah, I prefer the Flaming Arrows!" Sangrid smirked
"Or the Cthulu?" Adel asked.
"Cthulu is its!" Weimar smiled as he wrote it down.
"Say what?" Sangrid and Syras gasped
"That is the lamest name ever!"Syras complained.
"Yea! Why do ye got to choose it?" Sangrid glared. "You on shrooms or something?"
"Names don't matter," Weimar reminded them. "It is how well we fight that determines the outcome."
"You screwed us on that, too." Syras sighed, glancing at Adel and Seline.
Weimar submitted the forms and returned with the roster.
"Well, it looks like we are one of eight teams taking part this time," Weimar murmured.
"Who are we facing?" Adel asked, taking a bite of a wafer.
"Where did you get that?" Weimar asked
Syras sighed. "Just answer his bloody question."
"We are facing the South Serpents," Weimar read off the roster.
"Is that them?" Seline asked, pointing across the field to where a group of five older boys hung out. They looked like bruisers.
"I guess there is one way to find out." Weimar motioned for them to follow. "Let's go retrieve our equipment."
"Equipment? What equipment?" Adel asked blinking in confusion. Everyone groaned in exasperation.
" You see what I mean?" Syras moaned. "Let's ditch him while we have the chance."
"No, I have an idea," Weimar said. "Follow me, Adel."
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