As the trio of courageous companions approached the grand gate, a multitude of knights from various corners of the realm accompanied them, forming a formidable procession.
The sight was awe-inspiring as the mighty gates of the city loomed before them, opening to welcome the gathering of noble warriors. With each knight adorned in gleaming armor and colorful banners fluttering in the breeze, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation and valor.
As they entered the bustling city, their presence among the distinguished knights was a testament to their resolve and purpose in the epic journey that lay ahead.
The City was a vibrant tapestry of life, its streets filled with a bustling crowd. To the right, a lively market brimmed with traders hawking their colorful wares, creating a symphony of sounds and scents.
On the opposite side, a row of enchanting bookshops beckoned with the promise of adventures on every page. As the trio entered the heart of the city, they were immersed in its vibrant atmosphere, a blend of excitement and curiosity guiding their every step.
"We must find a place to rest for the night," Leto said to his two companions with a determined look in his eyes. The day's journey had been long and arduous, and the city's bustling streets offered little respite.
As they weaved through the crowded alleys, Leto kept an eye out for an inn or shelter to offer them solace from the city's lively chaos.
The trio pressed on, their camaraderie and shared mission bringing strength to their tired bodies, while the promise of a safe place to lay their heads beckoned on the horizon.
With the Tourney just four days away, Leto's sense of urgency intensified. He knew that he had to train rigorously and make every possible preparation to stand a chance against the skilled knights from all corners of the realm.
Each day, he rose with the sun, honing his skills with sword and lance, guided by Ser Matthew's expert hand. The nights were spent studying the strengths and weaknesses of his potential opponents, strategizing and formulating a plan that could lead him to victory.
As the city's days and nights blended into a whirlwind of activity and anticipation, Leto's determination grew stronger. Amidst the bustling market and enchanting bookshops, he sought every opportunity to enhance his prowess and gain insights into the secrets of successful tournaments.
As the night's curtain fell upon the city, Leto, accompanied by his two loyal companions, finally discovered a luxurious inn that seemed to promise comfort and respite. The inn's grand façade and ornate architecture hinted at the opulence within. Inside, the ambiance exuded an air of refined elegance, with flickering candles casting warm glows across plush furnishings.
Leto approached one of the maids diligently attending to the inn's guests, her demeanor welcoming and gracious. Her eyes brightened as she noticed the young knight and his entourage. Leto spoke with a polite tone, "Excuse me, madam. We seek accommodation for the night. Do you have any rooms available?"
"Sure, that will be 10 Goldlions per night," said the maid with a warm smile, her eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. "That seems fair," nodded Leto appreciatively, reaching into his coin pouch to retrieve the required payment.
The luxurious inn welcomed them with its grandeur, and Leto felt a sense of comfort after their long journey. The inn's interior was adorned with fine tapestries and polished wooden furnishings, creating an ambiance of elegance and sophistication.
"you seem to be quite young for a knight ser" one of the knights that drank on a table sayed
Leto turned to Matthew with a knowing smile. "We should celebrate our journey thus far," he suggested, "Let's find a cozy corner and feast on the inn's finest fare."
Matthew's eyes lit up with appreciation for the idea. "A good meal and a drink to toast our achievements," he agreed warmly, "It's well deserved after the day we've had."
As Leto approached the table where a group of seasoned knights sat, a hush fell over the room. He could feel the weight of their eyes upon him, and as he took a step closer, one of the knights couldn't help but remark, "You seem to be quite young for a knight, ser."
"And who might you be?" Leto inquired with a touch of arrogance, puffing out his chest slightly.
"I am Peter of House Claw," replied the other knight with a firm nod. Leto's eyes widened as he instantly recognized the name. House Claw was a neighboring house to House Ravenclaw, and they both served the same High Lord, Cregan Silverwing.
Peter was of great hight with long brown hair and a big beard, a monster of a man for sure!
"Well, well," Leto said, trying to regain his composure. "What brings you to this inn, Peter?"
"I'm here to participate in the upcoming tourney," Peter replied, a glint of determination in his eyes.
"Ah, the tourney," Leto remarked, trying to hide the excitement in his voice. "It shall be a grand spectacle, no doubt."
"What is your name?" Peter inquired.
"I am Leton of House Ravenclaw," Leto answered confidently. "You might have heard of me."
Peter's eyes widened in surprise. "Leton of House Ravenclaw, i heard of you from my grandfather, you are said to be the youngest knight in the Highlordship."
Leto's said with arrogance. "Yes, that would be me,"
"Ah, you're here for the tournament too?" Peter asked, intrigued.
Leton nodded with a smile. "Indeed. Let's find out who the better knight is," he declared confidently. The friendly rivalry between them set the stage for a thrilling contest in the upcoming tourney.
"But first, let's drink!" Peter declared, winking and inviting the trio to his table. They gathered around, raising their glasses in a toast.
As the night wore on, they laughed, exchanged stories, and forged a bond that transcended their status as rivals.
The hours flew by in a blur of merriment and camaraderie, the weight of the upcoming tournament momentarily forgotten. Finally, as the moon reached its zenith, they retired to their chambers, each filled with anticipation and determination for the challenges that lay ahead.
Leto, Matthew, and Emma found solace in each other's presence as they shared a chamber for the night. Despite having their own beds, Leto's excitement for the upcoming tournament and his concern for his father kept him restless.
His mind wandered through memories of his father's teachings and the weight of responsibility on his young shoulders. He closed his eyes, hoping sleep would embrace him soon, as the dawn promised new challenges.