Making the final adjustments to his armour, Alexander smiled, content in knowing he looked the part. Not to mention the fact he hadn't needed a squire to help put on the armour helped as well,they were just glorified man-servants, given away in the vain hope of raising a families name by deed, That reminded him of a certain someone. He looked himself over, the armour was fairly cheap to acquire only ten sovereigns for the armour it's self, a set of Heavy Chainmail made of Steel, and another five sovereigns for the work to make it look the part. That said, it was still by far over-priced, you could have kitted out an entire section of guards for that price, but that's what happens when you buy closed lips.
Eliza had left half an hour ago, she supposedly claimed she was going to get changed and make her way to the tourney, but at this point, Alexander just didn't know what to think.
Next came the swords, originally he had decided to use the Families ceremonial swords, but upon testing one in a quick spar with a dummy, the blade broke into a dozen pieces. Which meant they would very much not work. Instead he had to acquire his own instruments of battle. After sometime at the market the other day he decided upon two swords of fine make. Like many other swords in the land of Ferelden, it wasn't adorned with any decorations, or the like. It was simply a sword that would kill you just as good as any other swords, which was good enough for him.
With the two weapons sheathed on his back, he felt ready. But one thing was certain, he was scared, he was still human after all. Alexander was no stranger to fights, having gotten in a few too many of them as he grew up, and even trained under Ser Gwendal for a time. He just hadn't gotten into a fight in which someone actually had the opportunity to kill you. Granted, killing your opponent in the circle was frowned upon, but it didn't get you disqualified, or even a point reduction.
Sliding down the helmet, the type used by the Royal Guards of Denerim themselves, his facade was assured. No one would recognised him, and speaking through a full-metal helm had the side effect of slightly distorting one's voice. He was just about ready to leave the tent, when someone entered. In those few short moments, he thought everything had been rumbled, and had failed before it even began. Only for it to be his wife, Eliza, wearing some scarf around her head. "I thought you would be, 'one with the crowd's by now." he said to his wife.
"I would, but I wanted to give you this." she said, holding out a necklace. "My father gave it to me before I came here, said it allowed someone to 'not appear as they are'." the lack of a reaction from Alexander passed on his slight confusion. "In other words, my father gave me a glamour charm, it's will allow you to look more the part, without having to look the part." She placed the charm in his hands, and held on for a moment. "Be safe, husband."
"I will." With that said, she slowly walked out of the tend and disappeared into the crowds.