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Regan's mouth dropped her hero, the man she idled and adored lay defeated. "No, bloody way." she whimpered silently as she stood up from her seat once more and leaned over the edge. It wasn't possible her idle, the man who slaughtered hundreds with a rusty butter knife lay defeated in a joust. "Sir Reginald would remark on the elf of course." she said in her fancy voice, "but I am not sir Reginald." she said and lowered her head a slight tear in her eye.

Sebastian took notice of his youngest daughter's tears and gently stood from his seat and helped the young girl out of the box too her nurse maid. "Take her where she can collect herself." he told the servant and sat back down in his chair. Looking at each of his remaining daughters he asked, "what do you think of this young knight?" he asked referring to Terrowin. "He seems eager, if not over ambitious."

next opponent was a member of the Knights of Kardellia, and secret order devout in retaining the royal bloodline's honer. A Order sworn to follow only the true rulers of Kaarviel and Caldomaa and not any other pretenders.