"Hurry and claim your seat! The final call for contestants will begin shortly!"
As a man in well-fitted, colorful robes called out from the amphitheater's raised platform, Keldon paced back and forth. He impatiently waited alongside a few others as the first sun began to rise. "I thought Hurman was known for his punctuality?"
"He had a meeting with Shadur now that he's finished his testing."
Blinking, Keldon calmed down slightly and glanced at Jonon. "Well… What about Oliver?"
"Knowing him, I bet he wanted to meditate before the tourney began. But he won't miss it. They're likely… right there."
Relief came over Keldon, Jonon, and the others from the Practor family. They didn't want to enter the arena with their patriarch not present, nor did they want to enter without their representative combatant. But their trust in Hurman and Oli paid off in the end.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Oli shouted as he ran ahead of Shadur and Hurman.
