“It was a worthy contest, almost as fierce as the Tournament of Ten,” the girl said, congratulating the winners and turning to the event organizer. “Thank you for this valuable experience.”
“You have good potential, Eyr,” Amélia said, realizing that her interlocutor was not one to take defeat easily, and tried to encourage her. “With proper practice, you could achieve great results in this sport.”
“Thank you for the compliment… I’ll think about it.”
Back in the city, Eyr began to think about how she would spend the rest of the day. There weren’t many options, especially since she planned to visit the so-called master of the “school of eight elements” and find out what kind of school it was, whose adepts avoid cities and live in the mountains. She didn’t want to postpone this matter, as it would be not only foolish but also a waste of time to come later only to find out that the traveler had already moved on.