Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/Sir Gregor
The Silver Dragon walked through the crowd. Gormok (the "hound dog"), looked at everything closely while the Stormwalkers pushed ways the people around with their shields. Erik held a peaceful stance. Although he cannot participate in his ouwn tournament, the Duke was wearing a silver ceremonial armor and his twin elven swords. Dragon's jaws flaunted his black cape over the shoulders. An adorned circlet crowned his head of natural gray hair.
Erik glanced toward the tournament ground. Like everything else in Avamar, the place had been built with imperious marble columns. The statues were almost alive in lust, inviting the guests to the pleasures of drink and fame. Image and likeness of the new Duke. New statues of his daughters were being placed behind his throne.
Gormok Auserwählt: "I've found his tent..."
Erik Eyolf: "Good. His daughter doesn't deserve any sympathy. But I want to talk with the old man before we cross swords in the future. At least in the future I desire."
Gormok Auserwählt: "It's good to see him before a new tournament..."
Erik Eyolf: "Don't be foolish, Gormok... it's obvious that I would like to duel with the old one. I am the only great duelist of Sirion. But a tournament is just a festival. I want to face him in the battlefields once again. I don't want to see him. I want to see him looking at me. I want to remember him how and when it will end. I want to be here when Oligarch return to be ruled under our flags. And I want to see him looking at me. I will be there... he will see me once again. Everything has a beginning and must have an end. We're not finished yet. But we will. He will realize it..."
The Silver Dragon continued his peaceful walk to the Westmoorian tent.
