The Blood Of Illyra

The Grand Melee

And he fell like a sack of bricks.

Tommen or Tom Tom as I like to call him proved to be nothing but a punching bag in that tournament. I was comforted by the fact that “C” was there at least. He fell early but his fall provided me with the edge I needed to triumph. Fourth isn’t bad but First Warrior is better!

I recall Tom rushing first, head strong and predicable like in class. I respect the boy but his naïve perception of the world bothers me. He practically invites danger to him.

Danger like that “clara” woman.

I really want to punch her.

There is something about her that rubs me the wrong way and the fact that she believes she is going to Grand General some day! HA! That polearm of hers won’t save her from my fury.

We’re off to the Docks, “C” and I to investigate a series of murders, this should be interesting.



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