The Saj-graf games are a series of tournaments one might expect from warriors trying to compare there skills with one another. Though out right killing of one’s opponent is forbidden, mistakes happen and at least one unfortunate person has a brush with death. That dual is a private fight with the results known by all. The events culminate with a dual by those that have won the most events. Usually a fight between three to four of the best, in the past it has had as many as tent men on the field at once. The city uses this time to celebrate and feast before the start of the planting season. The weeks following find the city empty as those who were once idle return to the fields. Also this is when merchants deem the roads best for travel and set out with trade to their neighbors.
Sir Corvus looks forward to these times as he once again looks to maintain his reputation. He has heard a few new challengers are attempting to take the title from him including Lady Kala, his friend Sartow, and Zahar from the Ardent Order. He would rather dual each of them outside the games, yet laws prevent each of them fighting him without provocation.
Jaspert looks up from his drink to see Sir Corvus stroll by. He is sitting taking a break from retelling the story of the Incursion of Port Gertrude. The story makes him a decent number of drinks as people gather around to listen. Each time he adds his own flourishes to the fights. At times he make it seem as though the pirates had taken more of the city before the Prince’s reinforcements show up to save the Saj-graf forces from humiliation. He is learning what details people want to here about and draw them in.
Cerridwen sits two tables over finished listening to Jaspert’s fiction. She likes how Jaspert now refers to her as a spirit of mercy when he retells things. “Flying past after the bell sounded three, an ancient spirit of Gertrude set out to call others to help.” She was a whisper on the wind, but not the influence he thought she was. Cerridwen thought about correcting the young man, but instead tossed a couple coin on his table and the few words, “Thanks for the story.” Jaspert would realize only later who she was.
Out in the street there was commotion to distract everyone for now, Sir Corvus being slapped by a woman unwelcoming his advances. “Sir we can settle any grudge you keep with me if you make it far enough in the tournament.” Martell spoke, not knowing who he was. She walked on unaware the curses Sir Corvus uttered under his breath.