The next morning, four beastkin were traveling in a carriage as they headed to the venue for the second stage of the Beastking Tourney. More well known by the public as the Round of Champions or the real part of the Tourney, almost double the amount of crowd from the first stage was all in semi-chaotic lines that stretched for as far as the eye could see.
Every Great Tribe and even some of the lesser factions of Crimson Scale City provided guards and some Elders as security. So while there were indeed thousands of beastkin in attendance with some that certainly did not get along swimmingly with others, they all respected the necessity of orderliness.
Noxtis was dressed in his Nightstalker Gorilla Armor with an exasperated frown on his visage. Sitting next to him was a slightly tired Ember dressed in a tight-fitting crimson savage leather vest emblazoned with the Crimson Scale emblem and a pair of black leggings made of similar material.
"So how close are you to the next level?"
