Posts from Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Having recited this incomprehensible verse and shaken Sandar’s hand, Gunnlaug returns to his place among the musicians. Then he remembers that he still has to compete for third place and goes back.

Arec took "Denial"

-- And who will be guarding the perimeter, me? And besides, this is against regulations. Eight were assigned to the task – that means eight, not nine and not seven.

Is it possible to talk to someone before the battle, while they're fighting for third place? Maybe there's an arena worker nearby or someone else.

I meant, before the battle, will there be a setup like Ottar's with the "tentacles"?

You can at least try to talk to anyone, whether it's a vagrant, a constable, his assistant, or the person who drew the tournament bracket, or even a random spectator.

Alt-students have low stipends, we understand.

Gautier wins.

Sandar is looking for an arena worker nearby to ask him about the noble ladies who show attention to the fighters, specifically if there is a list of their names or if he knows any famous ladies in the city, or if someone else present does. The mage explains that he would like to learn a little more about one of them.

- Hey, watch your tongue with questions like that... If you're not one of us, it's best to stay away, or they might think you're looking for someone to take revenge on, or something even worse. But you know what... We can talk later, when there aren't so many people around.

- Forget about revenge, I don't know anyone here, I just want to find out who helped me and preferably until the end, - Sandar said the last words quieter than the previous ones.

– Listen to an old man: if that's the case, you'll be told everything you need to know. What if she's married? Imagine the scandal.

Cassius barely limped to the edge of the arena and collapsed on one knee. He felt the tremors in his hands and legs slowly subside – not from pain, but, strangely enough, from fatigue and wounds. He couldn't even remember the last time someone had managed to bring him to a state where he couldn't continue the fight. The very words "I can't" seemed foreign, almost forgotten. And now – here he is, exhausted and about to collapse. Yet, Aurelius didn't feel a strong shock. The Crimson Knight was a worthy opponent, and that was clear even before the competition began. After the clashes, it became even clearer. Now – it was undeniable, without a shadow of a doubt. In a way, Cassius was pleased with the defeat. It reminded him that even someone like him could be defeated. Continuing to stand on one knee, the Legranian took off his helmet and spat out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth. Finding the strength, he stood up. His vision was still blurred, and the surrounding sounds merged into an indistinguishable cacophony.

- So, in case of victory, I need to thank her... at least, that's how it's usually done, - Sandar explained. - If she's married, there might really be problems, although I think I could solve them.
And then, do you mean talk to her before or after the fight?

-- Is it alright? Excellent! -- the limping Gauthier familiarly pats him on the shoulder and shakes his hand. -- I've never seen anything like it! Six blows with a halberd – even an oak would have fallen. Excellent fight.