Open starter with Kajsa Erner, who is watching The Tournament.
A long, drawn out sigh escapes her as the sound of blade against blade echoes through the air. Several thoughts pass her mind. One: that should be her in the pit, hilt of her sword pinned through flesh. Two: they really do a disservice using unsharpened blades in these tournaments. Where are the stakes ? The fight ? She wants to yell out to the knights as they dance around each other, parrying without striking, evading hits with the elegance of a performer and not a warrior. " I thought there would be more blood, " she laments, unable to fight the downturn of her lips.
" Come. " Kajsa nods in a direction away from the crowd, far away from the play fighting that seems to amuse those too far in their cups. " Let's find something else to entertain us. Surely there must be something interesting in this damned castle. "
