When clay entered the arena, Nila could hear the nobles around her laughing at his appearance.
"What is he wearing?"
"His clothes are five sizes too big him!"
"What do you expect from a commoner? He probably made those out of old bedsheets."
They continued to laugh and make jokes, adding upon each others comments. Although their comments bothered Nila, she chose to ignore their words and focus on the duel.
Clay and Nathan were standing across from each other with a man between them. 'Nila said that there would be a judge for the duel, this must be him.' Clay thought while looking at the man.
The judge lifted his hands and the crowd started to settle down until there was silence in the arena. He lifted a small and flat rectangular piece of metal and pressed it against the side of his neck.