The Tournament Grounds: The Line
The mercenary turns to Lucius with a sneer, "What's it to you, eh? You got a problem with me, lightbringer? Huh?! Say something, you little..." the rest of his words are a string of profanities as he edges closer to the cleric, spittle flying from his mouth with every word, landing on the cleric's shirt.
As Rennaldo enters the line, he sees, ahead of him, a young cleric of the Healing Light being accosted by a mercenary looking fellow.
The Tournament Grounds: Grobnobble's Circus
Anareesa laughs pleasantly at Rungner's question, "Oh goodness. no. I'm going to tour the city a bit. I've never been to the capital. If you want to compete, though, you might want to get in the line over there. Looks long enough already."
The Tournament Grounds: Near the City's Main Gate
As Johen, Aohdan, Valen and Aleera approach the city gate, they notice a commotion in the line for the tournament sign-ups. Aleera, still holding Valen's hand, holds back a bit, apparently wanting a private moment with the ranger.
The Arcane Academy: Common Room
Entan sighs heavily, "Alaric, you may have grown taller since you first came to me as an apprentice, but you are apparently no wiser. Please don't scare away the other potential instructors."
To Shayuri, the headmaster states simply, "I will need your answer as soon as possible. And pay no mind to my former apprentice. His soul was exchanged for that of a gnome when he was a babe." It is hard to tell by his expression whether the seemingly humorless man is joking or not.
The Adventurer's Guild Compound: Drinking Hall
As Muzdum is stalking out,
Ironhands gets to his feet angrily but Iphithis puts a hand on his shoulder. Ironhands shrugs it off and whirls on the half-elf, "Don't ye dare be trying to calm me! Or him for that matter! It was your scattered-brain elvish head that came up with the scheme to begin with!"