[RPG] [AT] Anton Anaris ~ The Pulse of the Tournament

[Timothy Collett]

Anton arrives at the tournament grounds at last, and smiles.  He  
sends his aide and scribe off to set up his tent, as he goes to  
register.

On the way he looks at the people he passes, in a way he never has  
before.  He is not entirely certain exactly what he is looking  
for...but what he sees intrigues him.

He sees jovial happiness, stressed anxiety, nervous paranoia.  He  
sees men boasting of their prowess (in battle and the bedroom); he  
sees women laughing at them in good-natured scorn.  He glances into  
an open tavern door, and sees three men arguing loudly--surely the  
prelude to a room-clearing brawl.  Across the street, through another  
open door comes the sound of loud and off-key singing: the entire bar  
has joined in a rousing chorus of some Nordic song.

Through all of this, he feels a current running, an anticipation.  It  
touches even the calmest of seasoned veterans, and draws all thoughts  
a few days ahead, when all this festivity will reach its culmination  
in the contest of skill and strength they have all come here for-- 
Anton included.

Anton smiles.  If I am to truly serve my Lady, I must be able to both  
understand people and reach them, individually and in large numbers.   
This is the perfect place for both.

My Lady Arelien...I will find you some followers here.

--

"The only thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart."
  ~ Miles Naismith Vorkosigan

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