Now their cries that had raised his name earlier on turned instead to shout the name of Gar. They did so with some amount of derision, for none could truly understand how such an unruly and foolish looking boy could have made it so far, but he was a pure peasant none the less. His very appearance was the lowest of the low. For someone like that to climb as high as he had, that was worthy of some respect.
"WE NOW INTRODUCE THE COMPETITORS!" The official said, shouting above the wind. "WE HAVE GAR, THE VICTOR OF BELOW-CAPTAIN MELEE!"
There were a good few cheers at that. Only when it was mentioned did Oliver become numbly aware that Gar had indeed won the entirety of his tournament. That was a significant achievement in and of itself. He'd certainly won a good deal of coin in that, but given that his state of dress was the same, he clearly didn't seem inclined to spend any of that money on making his life warmer.