Nartholan was out of ideas. No ranged weapons nearby... a broken bo- booth? he took a look at it. [i]Ah yes, the millitary booth... there's no doubt a gun in there...[/i]

With that in mind, he went over and started to try and dig through it, as discreetly as possible and hoping that something wouldn't come down on his head and cause noise to gain attention of the wrong sort.
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Dryllis was confused.

"How does one not serve a Lord? What unity do you have? Are you an... independent?" Lone warriors died quickly on the Battlefields, and the few that survive are the strongest of the bunch, the few that could not be bent to his master and others. Scythe came to mind... he almost shuddered at the thought. Scythe the Destroyer. The one warrior capable of killing a Lord on a single field and slaying armies single handedly, reducing the great warriors of the field to the skill level of mere children, and slicing immortal weapons clean in half. He only fell to his own overexertion...

One of his fellow knights saw a shape waving from the corner of his eye, but made the pretence of ignoring it and moving a little further into the fair. Scooting back a bit while Dryllis was in conversation, he looked back and saw this shape moving out of the side of the fair. He followed the shape at a distance, rather unaware of the fact he did not blend into the setting at all. The shape was a being... (a human, aka Jace)