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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arkhandus" data-source="post: 4685419" data-attributes="member: 13966">Alaric sleeps in a bit, eventually rising to fetch breakfast and study his spellbook at the same time, preparing for the day ahead.  He hurries along after breakfast to see the opening ceremonies, then wends his way through the crowds to find the Baron of Reislau, his home province.  Alaric drops by the Baron's tent to wish him luck, then extricates himself from the tournament grounds to 'find' some painting supplies around town.Eventually, Alaric returns to the tournament grounds shortly before the archery contest is supposed to begin, some paper and basic paints in hand.  He searches the area for his comrades from the Silvergard expedition, and makes his way to Aodhan's side with some pushing and shoving of random nobodies (as far as he's concerned)."Whew!  'S tough gettin' 'round with all these folks in the way!  How're you feelin', Aodhan?!  Psyched up fer the competition?  You'd think all these folks were gonna be shootin' an' fightin' in the tourney thesselves, with how much they shout an' jostle ever'one around 'em!" he says jovially.Alaric sets up his cobbled-together painting board and paper, putting a bit of each paint on his easel, and readying his brush. "So Shayuri, would you like a painting of yourself before the tourney begins?" he asks the Emiran sorceress with a smile.</blockquote>