You finally get your report to El Cano in the letterbox and stretch as you walk back toward your room. The stars are already bright in the sky. It's been a long day, and your head is buzzing with everything that happened. The festival, the mobs, the Contessa, and the upcoming tournament. And then there's Adriano. He seems like a principled young man, and he certainly doesn't seem to like Fizza. You don't blame him; it's difficult to get past Fizza's spiky exterior. He also doesn't seem to like the Contessa, even though she seems like an expert politician. You realize that's probably exactly why he doesn't like her. You wonder if she'll be at the tournament next week and what kind of food Fizza got for the feast afterward. Something good, hopefully.
You finally make it back to your room and your lovely, if humble, bed. There's plenty to think about as you fall asleep. Next week, there will be another assignment. And of course the tournament. You feel like today has prepared you for both, in many ways.