"There isn't much to tell. I'm from Earling kingdom. My father is a Marquess. Our land are next to the Northern Mountain. My mother is dead giving birth to me, so I've been raised by my father. That's why I've learn the way or arms. The only female figure I had for a long time is my nurse, but later, my aunt took my lady education into hand." As she speaks, she extends the hand and pull the red ribbon behind her. "My father have forbidden me to become a mercenary or to join the army rank, but he conceed me the right to participate to tournement. After all, I'll be the one who will take care of our land the day my father will be unable to do it anymore, and as all father, he watch too close over his child."
The door open and the half-elf enter the room he stop at the edge of the table without telling a word, awaiting to be spoken to. "We are ready to start." The half-elf nods and exit, closing the door behind him. "I've participated to a few tournement with much or less success. Not all tournement separate new-comers and veterans. But tell me, what bring a Sairundani so far from his desert. I've herad about your culture a few times from other contestant who had travel, but it is the first time I have teh chance to meet one."
The half-elf enter with a covered plate. He walk next to Melinda and remove the cover. He takes the two bowls and put them in front of each. "Shrimp's bisque. Do you need anything else?" asks the half-elf. "No thanks". The half-elf turn his attention to Khairi, awaiting his answer before leaving.
