Your Money For My Life

The streets of Steadfast were alive with celebration, the festival in full swing. 

Colorful banners stretched across the roads, laughter and music mingling in the air as performers entertained crowds of onlookers. Market stalls were overflowing with goods, and merchant voices filled the air as they proclaime what made their wares better than everyone's.

It didn't matter if one was a noble or a commoner. Everyone gathered in excitement as drums and music filled the air.

But while the city reveled, Ren had other priorities.

He made his way toward the palace, Thorn riding beside him. Unlike the others who embraced the festivities, they were among the few who had better places to be, and ignored the distractions around them.

"Are you sure you don't want to enjoy the festival first?" Thorn asked, eyeing a vendor selling roasted meat skewers. "You don't have to register for the tournament right now."