The Tournament - Part 6

He let his hand rest on his sword as he looked them down, heaving a sigh, as if irritated with the lot of them. He tapped his finger against its hilt lazily, playing up his arrogance to a degree that he himself found brutal, as an observer trapped inside his own body.

He gave Verdant a look, and Verdant added to the performance, by raising his hand for silence on the behalf of his Lord. There was a certain amount of regalness to it. The overwhelming confidence was a blanket of pressure that the crowd found themselves unable to resist. The young Captain that had organized it all expected silence, and his overwhelming confidence made it clear that it would happen sooner or later. They had no grounds to doubt his assumption, and like a wave, silence descended.