"Thank you!" Rudrer thanked everyone as the Jarl's guard pushed back the crowd, creating a path for his departure.
"Enough of the theatrics, don't let these rats distract you!" His coach gave a sharp slap to his back. "I don't want you, being all showmen, entertaining those rats only to weaken you. Not to mention you have already been weakened by that job of yours, don't forget your goal, kid."
His smile went away quickly before he nodded, "Don't worry, coach, I have my eyes on the World Championships."
"Don't get ahead of yourself." The coach punched his head, "You haven't won any National Championships yet. You can't kill a dragon without killing a bear first."
Massaging his head, Rudrer nodded, "Yes…" He then looked around, "Have you seen the small guy?"
"You mean your new friend? He should be around the crowd somewhere-"
