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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fenris" data-source="post: 6146129" data-attributes="member: 2820">Sigvald had arrived early and had had a blast. He drank and ate his way through several taverns with his cousin Henry, he ate all kinds of interesting foods, only a few of which he spat out. he had camped out near Henry's tent, not nearly so showy, but functional. He had wandered this city of stone, where not just the castle, but every building, and even the streets themselves were hewn. He laughed as many passers by tried the traditional seal stew and gagged on it, he danced at the strange but lyrical music, sometimes not even drunk! But mostly he took in this amazing new city, the strange buildings, people and clothes! Barely a fur to be seen, and those that did wear them, they were so small as to not keep you warm at all. When he had come through the portal he had to have his uniform cut anew, but forgot about it almost as soon as it was done, so much was there to see.So it was that on the day of the event, Sigvald had polished his armor and weapons, taken a bath even and got ready. He went up to the stage in full kit, armor, shield, sword and axe. He did leave the spears behind. He is dressed in his rough woolen tunic and pants under his gleaming armor. If he is bothered by the finery of the uniforms around him he gives no indication of caring as he looks around to see if he can spot his kinsman Henry.</blockquote>