The second day of the tournament. Currently, we were inside our tent. On the far side, snacks, fruits and desert were laid on a long table with a silken mantelpiece. There's another table on the left side, herbs and potions for cuts, scratches and burns inflicted by the elements. There were medical tools, as well, from bandages to scalpels to needles for minor surgeries, should there be broken bones or impaled flesh. Needless to say, we didn't go near that table as much as possible.
A healer was stationed inside our tent, a slight woman who was always smiling. She kept to her own company near the dreaded table, but nonetheless she seemed very approachable.
Velvet couches were strewn at the middle, and there we currently lounged as we waited for the list of matches to be announced. Ivan was sleeping deeply to my side, while Mel read a book opposite me. I'd been picking at a bowl of fruits since earlier, playing with my fire with boredom slowly getting its grip on me.
