There were less than three weeks before the tournaments started, foreigners came from other lands, and were all excited about the future events that would happen during their stay. It amazed me, as I walked down the streets, to shop, I saw so many stylish and diverse types of clothing, of cultures.
Some of our guests were dressed in traditional clothing, their robes lightly dragging on the ground. Some ladies wore hairpins, and fancy necklaces while standing by men with swords strapped to their waist. I had to catch myself often for being rude, at times when I was staring at them.
It was almost impossible because they were all eye-catching.
I recognized many burly men, who looked like they were modern Vikings. They wore braids in their long hair, some had short hair, with designs etched on their head. The men were always loud, but always in a warming way. They were the ones to fill the streets with laughter and joy.
Who could not love them?
