The deep resonance of a tower's bell still vibrated in Qat's whole body. As she caught her breath, a staff member with a ledger noted her name. The second to reach and ring a bell… but the first from this tower. The sound had only faded for a dozen seconds when another dong rolled across the grounds from the last tower.
She looked back at the large bronze bell that hung suspended from a temporary frame. The object was one of many commissioned a long time ago for these events. Most still remained intact from that far past and this was clearly one that had not been replaced.
Its patina soaked in the morning light and reminded the swordswoman of something. Her El had mentioned a few times that she adored the aged and weathered finish of copper. Qatrand stepped back over and her fingers traced its surface.