Kareth arrived at the tavern he was staying at and found it mostly deserted. He wondered for a moment but remembered. “Damn! The coronation is today!” Kareth didn't want to miss the event; it wasn't every day a new king was crowned, it didn't matter that he wasn't his king. The stressful situation at the church made him completely forget the coronation was today. He put on his chainmail vest, then his breastplate, gauntlets and greaves before strapping his second shortsword to his belt, his shield to his back and took his spear in his hands. Grabbing his helmet, he headed towards the coronation, hoping not to miss it.

Unfortunately, he missed most of it. He cursed under his breath when the crowd roared at the naming of the new King. After the cacophony died down, the new King introduced the Spectator Tournament, and Kareth's lips curled. A thousand gold coins could set him up for years. He started pushing his way through the crowd and towards the tourney grounds.