Altim sighed. Nothing the king mentioned truly interested the boy, and nothing the king mentioned truly mattered in the way of politics and the people. He decided there wasn't much in the way of policy he could learn about the new king there, but the tournament would at least be fun to watch. Not that he wanted to participate; nay, senseless fighting had no use in his life, and he'd rather only fight when it was necessary. Perhaps he would compete just for sport; however, Daror wasn't confident in his melee abilities, and his prowess lied more in ranged combat. Of course, the kingdom offered good entertainment, so he obliged in watching whatever show they had. The woodsman whom he bought firewood from earlier as well as the baker who produced famous tarts rose to participate, and some other participants came forward, from lands far and wide and lands near and small.