Today was the group stage. Each youth was expected to participate in two matches. Kazi spectated over a dozen matches. Five hours had gone by with a half hour break in between.
"Get your hot dogs! One for a silver coin!" a vendor yelled, carrying a box with him. "Get your hot dogs, people! It's the final match of the day—treat yourself!"
Kazi had exchanged his points for some coins at the Alhambra Guardians Bank. But because he sat at the front, he couldn't call for him. He glanced at Professor Uwe who was whispering to the woman beside him. Kazi assumed she must have been a Wizard or Sorcerer at a guild because she looked strong. Not crazy strong but strong.
'It's not everyday you can get to eat a hot dog at a sporting event. Might as well.'
