"Most everything pertaining to the tournament is being held outside city walls, good Sir Knight. I'm sure you;ll find accomidations more than enough for yourself and your lovely Chocobo."

Malcolm thanked the youngman and gave him a silver for his troubles. "Here that, Ol' Girl?" He patted her head as the walked towards the city gates. "Not only did we get information on where to get you some food, that nice young man thought you were lovely!"

Wark!

"Well, of course I think so too." He laughed.

OOC: I read in one of the posts that most of the 'Tournament' related holdings would be set up outside the city. This does actually make good sense, so I'm going with it.

(OOC: Ok, in the interest of moving things along...)

Biggs sat at the front of the stadium, accepting the tickets of those who had been signed up to participate. It was a very eclectic menagerie of people. Two hunchbacked men in heavy clothes, despite the somewhat blistering heat, had arrived for the pairs fight, a very ragtag party had come in for the group battle, an Ibric had come in for the archery contest...

"Well, at least it won't be boring." Biggs thought as he propped his feet up. The participants had begun to thin out, the tournament was stuffed to the gilgats with competitors, his job was done for the day. At least he thought he was until a lizard ran up his leg and planted itself in front of his face.

"Hiya, we're here for the tournament." It said. Biggs jolted up, throwing the lizard into the hands of a robed boy.

"Uhh...sorry kid, but we're all filled up. Mehbe next year." Biggs said matter of factly.

"The guy said you would say that. He told me to give you this." Jude said, handing over a piece of rolled up parchment. Biggs unrolled it and read to himself. Jude got uneasy when his eyes bugged out.

"Are you sure about this? This isn't some joke?" Biggs said weakly. Jude nodded his head. He had no clue what it was all about, he had been going to the nearest bar when he was grabbed by a knight and the paper shoved into his hands. Biggs looked over the paper again and noted Veimi's signature. He looked at the boy again. "Well, uhh...go down the hall, they'll give you further instructions."

"Oooh, sounds exciting. I wonder what the prize is..." Jude's familiar prattled on as he walked away.

Biggs shook his head again and felt sorry for the kid.

After examing the areana Zatara went to the warm up area and began to meditate. "Tell me when I'm up." he told one of the workers as he started. Earlier he had finished preparing one componet that would be needed although he only really needed two. Most of them were for in battle incase something went awry.

Malcolm caught up with Jude, just as he was entered the stadium.

"I'm with him," He said rushing past Biggs, and giving him a big smile.

"Sir Jude! Sir Jude!" He called after the boy. "You were supposed to wait for me before you entered the stadium."

Somewhere in the Chocobo Stables, a very displeased Shard examined her surroundings with disdain.

"Oh, how did I ever manage to forget meeting you..." Jude said sarcastically.

"I'm pretty sure you said something about ditching the crazy chocobo talker MPRGH-" His familiar said before Jude grabbed it and stuffed it into the robe. Jude faked a smile.

"Yeah, well, I got signed up for some Mursang competition, and I see that your isn't here, so you must be getting ready for the big race, and I gotta go...uhh, see ya after the big schmeal..." Jude said, then took off in the opposite direction.

"Your name?" the attendant said.

"Musashi."

"Your event."

"Finesse with a blade."

"Well Mr. Musashi Your all signed up."

Musashi walked away and over to the tournament grounds.