3 Last Watch Sentries, 2 Redrain Guards, Old Nan, a mostly harmless old woman arrive, following Donella.

5 Eswynd shieldbearers arrives, following Oskar.

Oskar moves past the throng with the assistance of his retinue, inching his way ever closer towards Medeia's table. Where he just stands off to the side of, watching the arena.

3 Fidante House Guards, Sir Fernando of the Knights of Roses, Niame, a white heavy warhorse, Stefano, a put-upon assistant, Rook, the Raven arrive, following Ignacio.

While Bree didn't make past round one of this charity fight, she wouldn't miss the conclusion - especially not with Porter in it. She bounds in beside the tall man, nodding to a table by the ringside where they can sit, order mugs of some drink, and prepare for his round.

Expecting that the appetizers will served first, Porter waves to Bree before moving off to where he's probably going to need to wait! He had some very magnificent beard rings in his /glorious/ beard.

Raven is already settled near the front with her guards and bottle of rum. Patrizio gets a wave and she scans the crowd, "Never known that man to miss a fight, he's gotta be here somewhere.." she purses her lips.

Medeia is, surprisingly, here, settled at a ringside table with a simple cane resting againt her right leg. A red slash across her left cheek shines with some medicinal salve that's been smoothed over it, hair braided back so none sticks to her face. Not far from her, a contingent of Eswynd guards is settled into a drink to enjoy watching the tournament - Haakon is involved, after all! The lady calls some encouragement over to her husband before she spots Oskar, to whom she extends an invitation to join her at the table.

Ignaciowalks into the seating area of the Arena, and slides into a bench at the back to watch for a few moments before he makes a move closer. Perhaps he's looking for someone in particular, or maybe he just doesn't want to draw too much attention as he settles in.

3 Proscipi veteran guards leaves, following Giorgio.

Not far from the sands proper, Patrizio is making sure to be visible in his polished armour, greeting those who are coming in, as he's trying to at least be looking like the Abyssal Cold outside isn't phasing him in the slightest. That dip of a head to Raven and a smile when he's watching the wave. Though the jade eyes /are/ looking about, as if he's trying to determine where the combatants of honour are located, as if trying to facilitate.

Oskar continues staring off into the ring of valor for a moment - his gaze glimmering - before he's gestured at by Medeia. Wagging his eyebrows once, he takes the invitation.

Oskar has joined the ringside table.

Thea is here, a bit early. And she's ready. Man is ready. Drinks are ordered and she settles herself next to Medeia. "Alright. So. Do we have bets for this?"

2 Ashford Archer, Bethany, 1 Ashford Ranger arrive, following Olivia.

Olivia arrives, following Caspian.

Caspian has joined the corner table.

Olivia has joined the corner table.

Haakon has drawn off helm and gloves, leaning almost lazily against the barrier which separates the fighting ring from the spectator benches. Shield leaning just as enthusiastically beside him, the prodigal spares a short nod or murmured word for those who greet him, but otherwise his attention is fixed on the two who will fight to begin the evening.

The Golden Hart Arena has once more been decorated with an Eurusi flavor, blaziers burning, sheer fabrics draped artfully, the theme a desert in the evening, the sun just having set, a plum blush upon deep blue to mimic an expansive sky cooling after a hot day. Sand-colored cushions and swathes of fabric bely the cold temperatures outdoors.

At the Champions' table, Bahiya'al'Mathali moves to stand, the blind woman's eyes bound with a single narrow ribbon, her lids held closed. She raises her arms and lifts her voice to call out:

"To the generous people of all places and all roads: I bid you welcome Refugee Charity Tournament Championship!"

One arm drops as she faces the room, the other held out to the side in the direction of the evening's combatants. Her actions are a perfect echo of the first and second tournament, movements memorized.

"Four fighters remain! Two for third place, two for second and the title of Tournament Champion!" Bahiya gestures behind her to a table guarded, upon whose surface is stacked Pyran fireweave, ivory, and coveted steelsilk. "Only three will touch these delights, honored and favored in skill and luck, as well as the beautiful blades forged by Dame Ida Ferron herself."

She gestures to the room, arms out, fingers spread. "The runner-up fight goes first. Archlector Porter Kennex! Sir Corban Telmar! Please, take your places in the sands."

Monique has joined the corner table.

Raven has joined the corner table.

As always, the Hart's staff move about the room ensuring that one and all are well cared for. Drinks are served and the fighting ring of sand is tended carefully to ensure all is in order. The crowds grow as does the excitement, something not lost on the Hart's proprietress, Valencia, as she oversees the current festivities.

Bree shouts from nearby, "Come on Porter!! The most adorable of Archlectors!!"

Sir Corban is here, of course, as he is the spicy nacho, the shrimp cocktail, the artisanal cheese selection of the tournament. He is resplendent in his well-shined diamondplate armor, his alaricite longsword on his hip. There is a smile from the knight to those who have come to cheer them on, and he raises a hand two one or two he knows in greeting before his name is called.

Sir Corban rises to his feet, then, when his name is called, moving off into the sands, drawing his blade. Blessed Porter receives a salute in recognition of the spar.

Monique arrives and finds a place at the table alongside Olivia and Caspian, the Minx's eyes gleaming as she greets both with warm familiarity and orders drinks for their table. When the first fight is announced, she hums a familiar refrain.

Caspian rushes in, lady olvia in tow ".. im sorry i thought we could make better time in the snow im sure we havent missed anyting.." he looked around sighed, "hah! perfect timeing!" he quickly bustles to the corner table

Bree had to leave Porter to his business, so she's at the ringside table in the chair closest to the ring so she can cheer him on enthusiastically. She cups her hands about her mouth when Bahiya speaks his name and gives her encouraging cheer.

Bahiya has joined the Champions' table.

Bahiya's head turns abruptly to a voice she recognizes, singing out, 'Bree!' in delight. "Dame Harthall, come sit with me if you like!" she invites her friend, her face beaming. "We can cheer together!"

Bree has left the ringside great table.

Bree has joined the Champions' table.

Ian is... late? What? Really? Yes. He comes in just a little after the event begins, instead of arriving ridiculously early like he ordinarily would, and has a distant look about him as he scans the room. The sight of Porter smooths his expression into something like relief, but only for a moment.

Raven spots familiar faces and moves to join Monique, Caspian, and Olivia. She spots Ian and a faint line of worry forming between her brow, verdant gaze tracking Lord Ian.

Bree hears her name from a table nearby, and she turns to smile wide and her hand comes up to wave - even if it is lost on the woman who invited her over. She pushes back from the table and trots to join. "Ambassador," she beams as she sinks into a chair next to her, the wood groaning beneath the weight, and her hand moves to touch Bahiya's arm as a signal that she is here. "This is exciting, isn't it?"

3 Last Watch Sentries have been dismissed.

2 Redrain Guards have been dismissed.

Old Nan, a mostly harmless old woman have been dismissed.

It is with some relief and delight that Ian's arrival is noted. Valencia offers a graceful bow of her head along with whishes for a fine fight as he passes by.

Medeia looks at Thea with a wide-eyed, innocent smile. "Bets? I would /never/. A decent lady would certainly not suggest that Sir Corban and Lord Haakon are her favored victors for the bouts we are about to see." Her eyebrows lift slightly as her smile widens before she turns and says something quietly to Oskar, offering the marquis a nod.

Ignaciospots a familiar face, and then stands up and heads for the corner table, sliding into it at the far end. Not too close to those already there, but close enough to greet them if they seem amiable.

Putting aside anything unnecessary other than his staff, Porter joins Corban in the ring where he executes a reasonable bow. "Sir Corban, good to see you again." He glances over to the seating, smiling in Bree's direction and then offering his brother, Ian, a wave. Alive and well and out in the world, nothing to worry about!

Ignacio has joined the corner table.

2 Telmarine Guards arrives, following Tesha.

Porter checks dexterity and huge wpn at hard. Porter fails.

Porter checks dexterity and huge wpn at hard. Porter is successful.

Patrizio's head turns, and the prince is attentive in his listening when Bahiya's introducing the spectacle of the evening, with that gesture towards the prizes, and he's smiling easily. That slow orbit of his along the edge of the ring has him briefly nodding to the familiar faces, to Thea, Monique, Medeia, and Caspian, as he makes his way over to where Valencia's overseeing the staff, his voice lowered as he's speaking to her.

Porter checks dexterity and huge wpn at hard. Porter is successful.

Porter checks dexterity and huge wpn at hard. Porter is successful.

Porter checks dexterity and huge wpn at hard. Botch! Porter fails completely.

Corban checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Corban marginally fails.

Corban checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Botch! Corban fails completely.

Corban checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Corban is successful.

Corban checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Corban is successful.

Corban checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Corban is successful.

Bahiya leans into Bree's touch just before both of her hands tangle in the Dame's fingers, her face glowing to be near her friend. "Sweet-sands, Bree, my heart warms to hear you," she says with a laugh, one hand freeing itself to touch the knight's shoulder- ...or try to, she brushes the woman's cheek instead and curls her palm and fingers to cup it instead. "It is exciting! Please, will you tell me how it unfolds? Your voice has been sorely missed."

Raven is grinning wolfishly and apparently negoting wagers at her row.

Alive and well! Just like he was a few minutes ago! After Porter and Corban make with their quick exchanges of greetings that surely happen, he slips into a fighting stance and then rushes into motion. There's an initial stumble and then several well executed hits from the Archlector's staff. He does a respectable job of forcing the First Captain of King's Own back and it seems that they must be rather evenly matched, all things considered, but when it truly counts? He loses his footing at just the wrong moment and finds himself completely disarmed. There's a look of surprise on his face when the staff falls into the sands with a soft clunk. His eyebrows lift and turns his hands palms up. "I yield,"

Haakon gives a shouted word of acclaim to the start of the first pass, before looking aside at Ian's arrival with a wry sniff. "Sword," he rumbles in greeting. "You're late. Who are you and what have you done with Lord Ian?" That deadpan jest offered, he focuses his eye on the pass of arms between Porter and Corban.

3 Fidante House Guards, Claudio, the chivalrous knight, Sofia, a saucy sailor's aide arrive, following Cadenza.

Indeed, Sir Corban and Blessed Porter go strike for strike. The silvery blade of Corban's alaricite longsword crashes against Porter's staff when he blesses forward, and his blade is there to parry Porter's staff when Porter presses the attack. But just towards the end, it is not really even the best strike, but the knight manages to capitalize on Porter's error to knock the staff from his hands, leaving the archlector disarmed. At the call that Porter yields, Sir Corban nods, stepping back and saluting once more. "Well fought, Blessed Porter. Barely a mote of skill between us. It could have truly been either that won."

Valencia smiles as Patrizio finds her and soft words are spoken. She nods to the ring as the battle begins and gamely watches the first match. The crowd cheers and calls out for their favoured fighter and soon many rise to their feet. Valencia is rapt by the battle, her large dark eyes upon the Hart's ring of honour and as arena explodes to even greater heights as one fighter is finally left standing, she cannot seem but to join the celebration as well. .

Caspian looks into the ring and watches with the rapt attention of a student learning from the masters. each stroke, each step a masterclass of combat. As soon as the bought has ended, he jumps up and cheers loud and proud as promised.

"Who do we call we risk it all?
Corban! Corban!
who do we count on when cant stand to fall?
Corban! Corban!
Who makes the bards reach for their pen?
Corban! Corban!
Then lets give a cheer for the man among men!
Corban! Corban!"

To know that her voice has been missed makes Bree laugh, the sound warm and a touch bewildered, but she doesn't argue with Bahiya's words. "I have missed you, too," she admits with a smile to her voice, but then she's nodding. "I'll tell you everything!" And she does - mostly. Her butt inches to the edge of the seat to lean forward to watch, and Porter's staff comes down against Corban's weapon with shockingly similar skill - but the King's Own edges him out just a smidge. All of this is conveyed to Bahiya through murmured words and then shouted encouragements for Porter in the ring. The changes in volume are surely a joy for the woman.

Ian stands by the ring and watches the fight, his eyes moving as he takes in the two combatants. The sight of the fighting seems to ease him back into himself, or at the very least back into the focus that he usually brings to combat. The look he gives Haakon is flat. "Lost track of the time." As the fight comes to an end, he unwraps the sword he brought with him today, not the slender, rapier-like goldsteel blade. No, this sword is more solid, still balanced for a fair amount of finesse, but much better for parrying a heavier blade. He's fought with Haakon enough times to know what he should be expecting.

Ian gets Basket-hilted Rubicund Sword from Oiled leather bag.

A grin finds Patrizio's features when he and Valencia are conversing, and there's a nod of his head, as if he's agreeing with something that's said. The jade eyes, though, shift to the exchange of blows out there on the sand, but it's Caspian's voice lifting to be heard over all that draws a laugh from the Pravusi prince, resonant and loud.

Tesha was a little late, but she gets into the arena in enough time to see her cousin exchange strikes with Porter. Which is a nice change of pace! She finds a place off to the side to stand for the moment, speaking with her guards as she watches the fighting.

Monique banters easily with the friends at her table but when the fight starts the Minx is all eyes on the ring. Avidly, she watches her ex husband fight against the Archlector of Gild. Her cheers are for Corban and though she seems remarkably confident in his win, the redhead still sits on the edge of her seat the entire time. And when Caspian starts to sing, she joins in the chorus, laughing, exultant. And when Porter yields, the Minx cheers warmly. "You see?" she asides to Caspian. "I told you."

Oskar watches on quietly from his table, arms crossed and eyes glimmering. It's probably excitement.

Valencia is overheard praising Porter: A fine and formidable fighter. Well fought!

Bahiya is overheard praising Corban.

Bahiya is overheard praising Porter.

Raven eyes Caspian in bemusement, "Well Savio would be very proud of you, Caspian." She lifts her voice, "Well fought Sir Corban!"

Medeia is overheard praising Porter: Admiral showing from the Archlector!

Valencia is overheard praising Corban: Never fails to disappoint when stepping upon the sands.

Monique is overheard praising Corban.

Monique is overheard praising Porter.

Caspian is overheard praising Corban.

Caspian is overheard praising Porter.

Medeia is overheard praising Corban: Victory for the First Captain!

Olivia is overheard praising Corban.

Olivia is overheard praising Porter.

Oskar is overheard praising Corban.

Oskar is overheard praising Porter.

Porter retrieves his staff from the sands and offers a nod of his head to Corban. "I'm sure we'll meet in the ring again, until then it looks like I have some practicing to do. If you'll excuse me, I have a brother to watch." He offers the knight a lopsided grin and goes darting (for a large person) across the arena to pop over the side. "GO IAN." Pause. "I MEAN STAY HERE, BUT WIN."

Bahiya moves to stand as the information is given. Her voice rings out: "Congratulations, Sir Corban Telmar! Please, both you and the Archlector of Gild are welcome to our table, as is everyone that has fought in this tournament! Your generosity declares you all champions of those that need our aid and I am honored that you answered the call." Her smile is wide, her arms flung out, hands tilting towards the table in invitation.

Her head lifts shortly after. "Lord Haakon Eswyn! Lord Ian Kennex! Please, take your places! Let the Championship Fight commence and the winner of the tournament declared!"

Haakon picks up and dons his helm when called, draws on his gloves, lifts the round shield and draws his old steel broadsword, only then stepping into the ring. Ian's explanation ear s a flat sniff of something like humor, as the reaver raps the edge of his broadsword on the iron rim of his shield twice in salute.

Before Ian steps into the ring, he gives Porter a quick smile and a casual salute-adjacent thing. He will obey his brother's orders -- stay here and try to win.

Raven lifts her chin and lets rip an energetic sailors whoop that carries well over ther din. Both get encouraging cries.

"See?" Medeia gives Thea a playful wink. "A lady also would not point out, had she named favored fighters, when she was right about the victor." She applauds both Corban and Porter before falling quiet as Haakon and Ian are called to compete.

Ignaciogives a loud cheer for Haakon and Ian as they head into the arena for battle.

Haakon checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Haakon is successful.

Haakon checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Haakon marginally fails.

Haakon checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Haakon is successful.

Haakon checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Haakon marginally fails.

Haakon checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Haakon is successful.

Corban has joined the Champions' table.

Cadenza has joined the corner table.

Ian checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Ian is successful.

Ian checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Ian is successful.

Ian checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Ian is successful.

Ian checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Ian is successful.

Ian checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Ian is successful.

"Oh, that is very kind of you," says Sir Corban, when he is invited to the champions' table with the Ambassador and Dame Bree. He moves to sit with them, settling himself down as he prepares to watch the championship match between Lord Haakon and Lord Ian. "Go get him, Lord Haakon!" calls out the knight. But he of course claps for them both.

"Well fought, Sir Corban," Bree smiles genuinely at the man, even if he beat Porter by a hair. "Your skill is clear from the sidelines." She looks back to the fight, another Kennex in the midst to root for.

Haakon knows his foe, and while Ian Kennex is a precise technician with a sword who relies on expert timing and footwork, Haakon immediately seeks to turn the match into a brawl, coming at the Kennex hard and fast in an effort to bull rush the other backward, hoping to foul his opponent's footwork. This aggressive- some might call it reckless- approach is not without risk, and Haakon must charge through several blows, reliant on iron armor and instinct to avoid a swift defeat. Striking at Ian with wide sweeping swings and punching at his opponent with shield edge, Haakon even sends a few kicks at Ian's lower legs in an effort to dismantle his opponent's stance.

But Ian prepared well, and the Kennex will end the final match unbloodied and upright.

Thea applauds the ring, cheering for each of them. She looks to Medeia and grins. "I said what I said."

Oskar grins toothily as Haakon charges ahead, even huffing out a 'yeah'. Just slightly bloodthirsty, this one.

"Thank you, Dame Bree," says Sir Corban, warmly, to the Knight of Solace next to him. "Only appropriate that two Silver knights, one a Sword, the other of the Order, face off and be so well matched. But truly, it is the work for charity that is the victor today."

Bahiya is overheard praising Haakon.

Oskar is overheard praising Haakon.

Olivia is overheard praising Haakon.

Olivia is overheard praising Ian.

Bahiya is overheard praising Ian: THE CHARITY CHAMPION!

Valencia is overheard praising Haakon: Dangerous and wonderful to watch as always. Breathtaking!

Monique is overheard praising Haakon: I forgive you for losing me a bet.

Monique is overheard praising Ian: I forgive you for losing me a bet.

Valencia is overheard praising Ian: Magnificent! Truly one of the most fantastic fighters in all of Arvani

Valencia is overheard praising Kenjay: Delighted to see such important charitable work such a success!

Medeia shakes her head at Thea, grinning - though a touch diminished for Haakon's defeat. "A lady can also admit when she is wrong." She bows her head to her friend before giving a cheer for Ian's victory.

Monique is overheard praising Bahiya.

Valencia is overheard praising Patrizio: Gallant, charming and generous! And a most excellent host as well. Delighted!

Raven hops on on the bench and cups her good hand beside her mouth and whooop, whoops, "Well fought my lords!" she wiggles her hips in victory befopre hopping down and flopping her rump back on her chair.

Monique is overheard praising Kenjay.

Monique is overheard praising Patrizio.

Monique is overheard praising Valencia.

Anyone not exposed to Ian's own particular style of combat might have... questions about this fight, going into it. Because there's something very wrong with Ian's legs. With both of his legs. His walk is stilted and mechanical, especially without his cane, which he leaves leaning on the rail around the edge of the ring. And when the fight begins, it's clear that whatever is wrong has stolen from him the ability to do the kind of footwork that a precision fighter like him would normally rely on. But that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because Ian's bladework more than makes up for the lack of footwork. He makes choices with frightening alacrity, so that as fast as Haakon's blade moves, his own matches, blurring ruddy red in the light, and always with many layers of intent. An attack might be designed to provoke a specific dodge or parry. A parry might be executed at an angle to control the momentum of Haakon's blade. A thousand split second choices, all made seemingly at the same time. To someone less skilled in fighting, Ian makes it look easy. To anyone who knows what they're looking at, Ian is the kind of master that makes hard things look easy.

Because beating Haakon? It's hard. It's clear that the two men are where they are, in the final fight of this tournament, because they both belong here. The Sword of Stormward and the Sword of Eswyndol rapidly end up in some bizarre bastardization of a brawl and a swordfight, with Ian at first fending Haakon off, keeping himself just a little too dangerous for Haakon to commit fully to the kind of attack that would take him to the ground. And then, somewhere in the middle of the blades and the fists, the tenor of the fight... changes.

Suddenly, Ian turns aggressive as well, using the heavy basket hilt of his sword just as often as the flat of the blade, beating Haakon back. He's not pulling those punches. He's definitely not pulling those punches. The last hit, finally to Haakon's face, creates a fountain of blood. And the match is done.

Valencia is overheard praising Bahiya: A wonderful and inspiring hostess and philanthropist with excellent taste in venues! Looking forward to seeing what other events she has planned. Bravo!

Medeia is overheard praising Haakon.

Patrizio is overheard praising Porter: A fantastic bout, Archlector - having stood before you myself, I do not envy how the captain shall feel tomorrow.

Patrizio is overheard praising Corban: Congratulations on the victory, Captain. A mighty effort indeed.

Patrizio is overheard praising Haakon: A magnificent effort, my lord.

Patrizio is overheard praising Ian: My congratulations, grand champion. Well-fought, through all the rounds.

Patrizio is overheard praising Bahiya: May the gods multiple the work of your hands, in gathering so many for such charitable ends.

Patrizio is overheard praising Valencia: Kind hostess, thank you for the gift of your Hart for this wonderful cause.

Medeia is overheard praising Ian: A tournament well won!

Caspian once more Caspian watches the display of swordsmanship in the ring and just.. stares. if perfection could be seen in battle, he would argue it was displayed on the sands that night. When the final blow fell, he jumped up and cheered "Well Done!!! Huzzah!" he sang out with pride

"If all the lands you wander% traveling from region to region
Never will you find
a blade as skilled as Ian

A poet of the blade
an artist of steel
Three cheers for Lord Ian
his skills this night reveal!!"

he can be heard mumbling, "gah that was shit.. but hells if i wasnt just to enthralled to think!"

Medeia is overheard praising Bahiya: A fabulous tournament!

Caspian is overheard praising Ian.

2 Telmarine Guards have been dismissed.

Caspian is overheard praising Haakon.

Monique cheers on both combatants in the ring but she cheers a little louder for Haakon, shouting something about a bet. But Caspian's song turns the tide. "I can't believe you found something to rhyme with Ian."

Oskar watches on as Ian defends himself with his blade, seemingly mesmerised by the style. He jolts up in his seat when Ian draws blood though, cringing just a tad. He then grunts.

Porter is practically standing up in his seat as he watches the match between Haakon and Ian. When his brother lands the finishing blow to the match, he throws his hands up in the air with a great whoop of victory. "YEAH!" he calls out loudly. He had a beer in his hand and he accidentally... sends that somewhere else. That is to say, he has the vessel in his hand but it's now empty and no longer full of drink. "Oh, no," he mumbles, staring down.

Oskar is overheard praising Ian: Intriguing swordplay. I should learn this.

Patrizio's breath is not quite held as he's watching that final bout, but there's a sense of studious stillness about the general while his jade eyes follow the motions of the blades, the tactics, and the matter of how each man approaches the thing, with both of them clearly knowing one another. His eyebrows rise, but when there's the coup de grace, he's applauding, loudly, and cheering with the rest of the crowd.

Porter is overheard praising Ian: GOOD JOB STAYING AND WINNING!

Bree checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Bree is successful.

Wherever Porter's drink goes, it doesn't land on Bree. She manages to duck back and avoid any splash from his excitement at seeing Ian triumphant. She leaps up to cheer too, "Well done!"

Haakon's head snaps back with that basket punch, the oculars protecting him from a broken nose, but I stead it is a split lip which sends a visible gout of blood briefly into the air between them. Falling back a step but not losing his feet, the reaver has bared bloody teeth in a fierce smile. "Welcome back," he rumbles to the Kennex, as blood drips from his chin.

The Ambassador is beside herself, listening to anyone that would narrate for her, probably Bree or Porter, or Bree -and- Porter, but either way Bahiya is close to the edge of her seat as the fight goes on.

When the winner is declared, the Eurusi woman is one of the first on her feet, crying out in delight and applauding as hard as anyone. Her cheeks are rosy, her face practically glows, and it's with several firm nudges that she's reminded that yes, there are -prizes- to be given.

"What? Oh-... Oh! Yes!" She takes the hand of her aid, guided carefully to the table of prizes. Her hands are moved to brush the various parcels, words murmured to her, her be-ribboned head nodding as she memorizes where which is what and so on. Clearing her throat, she takes the first stack and turns outward to the crowd.

"Sir Corban Telmar!" she calls. Waiting for him to step close, she continues: "You have fought well. Please, accept these humble gifts of ivory, Pyran fireweave, an Eurusi-inspired blade forged by Dame Ida Ferron, and our deepest gratitude, and that of the many others you've aided by fighting in our tournament. You have our gratitude."

Ian is out of breath by the end of the intense match, looking down at the blood on the hilt of his sword and looking probably the most surprised of anyone here to have won. The comment by the prodigal gets a brief guilty look as he fishes a handkerchief from an inner pocket of his coat. "I don't think I could have won that with any kind of elegance if I'd tried. Well fought."

Raven's eyes widen and her mouth forms an '0' of surprise as she hears the prize.

"Fuck elegance, it were a worthy pass," Haakon snorts back to Ian, before looking back to the hostess.

Sir Corban is right there at the champions' table, so he does not have far to go to receive his prize. He takes the gifts of fabric and ivory, bowing his head deeply to his chest when they are bestowed upon him. "Madam Ambassador, I thank you for your generosity and it has been a distinct honor and privilege to match skill with so many worthy competitors." And then he steps back, settling at his seat once more.

The sound that soars as Ian and Haakon meet is almost deafening, but the roar from the crowd as the winner is decided seems to expand like a living thing. Valencia is clearly a fan of the martial arts, so much so her work is forgotten as she watches the match unfold. Ian is declared the winner and she smiles with fond and affectionate pride and raises her voice to share her approval for both fighters and a well fought match.

The Ambassador takes the second parcel, patting for it gently, and then balancing another blade on top.

"Lord Haakon Eswynd!" she calls. "You have also fought very well. Please, accept these humble gifts of ivory, Pyran fireweave, Cardian steelsilk, an Eurusi-inspired blade forged by Dame Ida Ferron, and our deepest gratitude, and that of the many others you've aided by fighting in our tournament. Thank you."

Ian is stopped from offering his handkerchief to Haakon by Bahiya's calling the Sword of Esyndol's name, so he sheathes his sword and awkwardly puts the handkerchief away. He looked so confident, so devastatingly confident, just a few seconds ago, but now he doesn't really seem to know what to do with himself. He paces with care back to where he left his cane.

Raven says, "Huzzah Lord Ian!"

Monique gets A Playful Lady's Fragrance - Mischievous Minx from a sturdy backpack dyed in crimson hues with gold trim.

Raven watches the prize handout with a hint of envy. As if she isn't already handed everything her tiny black heart desires.

Monique is watching the gift giving with a deep and unapologetic jealousy.

Evan, a veritable mountain of an Arakkoan, Estevan, an attentive young man carrying a writing desk arrive, following Maharet.

Haakon steps before Bahiya when she calls him, accepting the parcels in turn with a wry sniff. Tilting his helmed head to a curious angle at her words, he rumbles, "I think 'humble' has a different meaning in our lands," with wry humor faintly detectable under his otherwise level words. "My thanks, lady, it were a fine tournament."

Caspian stares with clear longing.. what a prize to be sure!!

A smile finds Patrizio's features at the awarding of those gifts, though it's more to the warriors who're being so honoured than than prizes themselves that he's turning his attention. As Corban, and then Haakon are given their due, the smile spreads further over his features, and then those jade eyes consider Ian as he awaits that final call.

The Ambassador takes the final parcel, patting for it gently, and then balancing another blade on top.

"Lord Ian Kennex." she says, her smile warm. "You have fought the very hardest of all. Please, honor me and accept these humble gifts of ivory, Pyran fireweave, Cardian steelsilk, an Eurusi-inspired blade forged by Dame Ida Ferron. Know that you have my thanks, and that of the scores of people you've brought together to aid those that need it most."

Bahiya gives a deep, fluid Eurusi bow, dropping nearly at one knee in a graceful dip, hands tracing the air with elegant gestures before she stands again, one hand clasped to her heart with her head still bowed. "We thank you."

Maharet has joined the ringside great table.

Ignacioshakes his head slowly, and then again whistles at the gifts being given.

It is with utter delight that Valencia watches Bahiya ceremoniously present each warrior with their prize. Her excitement and smile barely contained in her joy for such a successful event and fundraiser. A deeper breath is taken and she looks aside for her staff to see that they are already serving yet more rounds to the happy crowd. They are, of course, and she settles into a contented smile.

Bree cheers for each of the participants as they are called forward to receive their parcels. For Ian, she adds a little, "Woohoo!"

Ian comes forward, awkward both in his gait and just his entire carriage, coming forward to accept such a rich reward with blood still on the hilt of his sword. Hopefully there are staff in the Hart available to take and package the actual fabrics. "Thank you. I was glad to do it, and glad to fight at the Hart again."

Olivia laughs at the exchange between Monique and Raven, thankful that she didnt have to ask who it was. "Seems I have to crawl under a rock too..." she mumbles.

Bahiya lifts her head as the champion's prize is given. "Is the Archlector still here?" Her brow furrows but only a little. "Bree? Is he still here?"

The Hart's staff hurry to Ian's aid, the package carefully taken and carefully cared for so he might celebrate his win properly.

"Of course," Bree responds to Bahiya by her side, and extends a hand to touch Porter's shoulder to get his attention. "Archlector, Bahiya wants to congratulate you!"

Someone is less than thrilled that Porter through his drink around and he is not given another one! Which is fair, all things considered. When he hears the term 'Archlector' being used, he waves his hand. "That's me! I'm here!" Unless there's another one. In which case /two/ of them are here. "Wait, on what?" he sounds confused, but he's also right there.

Raven checks 'recovery check' at normal. Raven is spectacularly successful.

"On making it to tonight's fight," Bree assumes with a laugh, even if he didn't turn out victorious. She steps back, reaching for a tankard to scoop it up and take a drink.

"Archlector," she says respectfully. And then a smile cracks below the ribbon, her hands held out to him. "Porter. I have no prize to give you this day, but you fought well. My friend, I had my favorites in this tournament but it warmed my heart to have you there at the end. Please, accept this humble offering, and know you honored us all in this tournament."

The Ambassador steps into Porter and her arms go around him in a very warm, delighted, affectionate hug.

Ian lingers near Bahiya when Porter is called up, such that he's still there to reach uuuuuup up up and clasp his brother's shoulder for a moment.

Oskar snorts loudly at Haakon's query, commenting aside to Medeia, "Good thing he's married to a physician, no?"

A soft breath taken, Valencia seems deeply moved by such brotherly support and affection displayed, but before emotion takes over she quickly dips her eyes and looks away to find a little more composure. She does cheer earnestly, however.

Maharet has left the ringside great table.

Evan, a veritable mountain of an Arakkoan, Estevan, an attentive young man carrying a writing desk leave, following Maharet.

Medeia does some awkward, frantic motioning to her guards. One brings her what looks like a small medic's kit that she rummages around in. "Good thing, indeed." She hands her husband a bit of linen to press to his split lip while the guards liberate the Eswynd lord of his prizes to get brought back home safely and unbloodied.

When Bahiya speaks of not having prizes for him, Porter laughs and shakes his head. "What?" he asks incredulously. He sweeps her up into the arm and lifts her a few inches off of the ground. "I got to fight! I was able to watch Bree fight! And I saw my brother beat up several people and /win/ the entire thing so I have no complaints at al," he declares, the smile heard in his voice.

Briefly, there's the stepping aside of the Pravusi prince, before Patrizio in his polished armour steps forward, a glass of wine in his hand to where he can be most easily seen. "Thank you all, for coming out and making these matches a fabulous success," he calls, lifting up his voice to be certain that he can be heard. "To those who came out to show their mettle upon the sands, I salute you, your efforts, and the artistry that you have shown for the finest of causes. To those who have given of their hard-earned silver to support this cause, from the bottom of my heart, the greatest of thank-yous, and may the gods smile upon your generosity." He turns where he stands, those jade eyes finding Valencia, where she lingers. "To the Mistress of the Hart, the most sincere gratitude for the offering of your Arena for these wonderful events, and may all of us continue to grace your halls."

A glance around for a moment. "A blessing upon Prince Kenjay Redrain, without whom this event would not have been possible, and the bruises from his and my bout, I'm still recovering from." A grin, unabashedly, appears on the prince's features for a moment... And then he turns towards Bahiya, and lifts his glass. "And to the one whose idea this truly was. Ambassador Bahiya'al'Mathali of Eurus... Thank you for this most inspired idea, for allowing Prince Kenjay and myself to lend our talents to the cause, and for bringing the warmth of camaraderie for all in this frigid season."

Ian leans his head towards Porter once his brother releases Bahiya and says something to him in a low tone.

Bahiya squeals as Porter embraces her and then -picks her up-, laughing in delight. "Yes, yes you did! But-" She wheezes, still laughing, "-but you still deserved our-..." And then the laughing takes over and she simply hugs her friend, happy.

When she's released, she hears Patrizio speak. She almost moves to applaud after his first round of toasts, but a thoughtful aid puts a hand out to stop her. After further thanks to Valencia, she very nearly applauds again. When it comes to Kenjay-

Bahiya hisses something in flustered Eurusi, but then Patrizio is saying her name and the Ambassador starts to blush, and forgets to applaud altogether.

Oskar is overheard praising Patrizio: A very well-organised contest. Curved swords though, what? -Curved- -swords-. I've a lot to see in this world still, it seems.

Oskar is overheard praising Bahiya.

Thea applauds everyone that fought. "That was amazing,"she says with a grin. Looking to Bahiya, she tells her with a sincere nod,"This was a wonderful tournament." Thea too tells Valencia,"It's always kind of you to allow the use of your Hart." That said, the Wyvernheart pushes herself from her seat, off to do house duties.

Thea has left the ringside table.

Finn the large Northern hunting dog with icy blue eyes, Rocco, the rascally assistant, Strawberry Pupcake, the Graypeak Mountain Dog leave, following Thea.

As glasses are raised and the fighters and hosts are toasted and their success celebrated, Valencia smiles and raises her glass, too, her cheeks softly flushed at the kind praise for her found there, too. "And to Prince Patrizio for his hard work," she chimes in with a smile to the Pravusi Prince. "To fine fighters, gracious hosts, generous donors, and a truly wonderful evening!" she calls before smiling to Thea and inclining her head as she departs for the night.

Raven bows her head, "Well met, my lady. I'm glad you enjoyed fight night."

Porter stops squeezing the life out of Bahiya and places her safely back down on the ground again, smoothing out her hair. He offers her a few quiet words before Ian is coming to speak to him in equally low tones. His head cocks to the side as the words come and he blinks with a little surprise.

Caspian looks up at Valencia's word and cheers out, face in a broad smile "Here here! and to the Golden Hart and Valencia for hosting! And to the Sip!"

Caspian looks up at Valencia's word and cheers out, face in a broad smile "Here here! and to the Golden Hart and Valencia for hosting! And to the Sip'n'spars!"

Oskar claps loudly for a few beats at Caspian's declaration.

Raven is overheard praising Valencia: The best hostess in the compact

Ian meets Porter's surprise with a flicker of frustration and words that are a tiny bit on the defensive side, in the sense that now he's mumbling more than he's muttering.

Raven watches Ian and Porter with a small, vaguely worried frown.

Bree stands to the side, watching the exchange between the Kennex brothers with curiosity. She takes a sip of her ale as she lingers.

Oskar has left the ringside table.

Oskar has joined the ringside table.

Patrizio has the decency to blush when Valencia's calling out praise to him, the lift of his glass in her direction, before he's definitely taking another good quaff and there's a grin for all. Caspain's words get a laugh, before he calls back to Caspain, "Keep it up, my good messere, and there'll doubtless be a great many more to enjoy."

Caspian jumps up at Patrizio's call and offers a flourishing bow and broad smile, "I do so hope my Prince!"

Haakon has joined the ringside table.

Bahiya finds a glass to raise. "Prince Patrizio! Madam Valencia! I could not have done this without you." She bows, hopefully in their general direction, and takes a sip.

Porter's eyes flicker over Ian's clothes, landing on the jacket and then down at his pants. He mutters something to Ian and then inhales, holding that breath there. There's what amounts to some stubborn staring. He assesses him another second longer and his forehead furrows up greatly, then he grabs him and pulls him in for a hug. Another mutter.

Monique stands and bows her head to her table and then slips away for the exit.

Monique has left the corner table.

Kit, the grey fox, Primus, First of Monique's Assistants, 1 Greenmarch Guards, Tertius, Third of Monique's Assistants leave, following Monique.

Raven's head tilts back and she laughs as Monique leaves, "Oh, gods, that is not going toi end well." She grins wickedly to herself and chortles behind her glass.

Valencia smiles to Caspian, his mentioning of the upcoming Sip'n Spar met with the very warmest of regards. Before answer can be given, Bahiya raises a glass. "My Hart as ever yours, Ambassador, Prince Patrizio. Thank you for this and for helping so many in need," she calls out.

Corban has left the Champions' table.

Reedy, a King's Own aide leaves, following Corban.

There was a definite Kennex staredown brewing for a moment (except in the sense that Ian was avoiding Porter's gaze, mostly staring at his feet). But the stubborn stance, the sense of two very bullheaded people preparing to dig in was there. And Ian, all ready to play immovable object to Porter's unstoppable force (or vice versa) is Not Prepared for being swept into a hug. He's in no way prepared to do any kind of dodging. He might have made an alarmed squack.

Bahiya is overheard praising Kenjay.

Raven spots Ian get swept into a hug and some of the tension she'd been holding onto before she got distracted by Monique finally ebbs. and there's a small twitch of lips, relieved to see the two brothers getting along. She rises and stretches, contemplating the room at large.

With some difficulty, Medeia rises to her feet with the benefit of the cane at her right side. She winces at the pain but moves toward Bahiya to greet, thank, and congratulate the woman. "Ambassador Bahiya," She waits a moment, knowing her voice may not be immediately recognizable, "Lady Medeia Eswynd. This was a fantastic tournament, and I am honored to have had a chance to see it. Thank you for holding it." A warm smile is then given to Valencia and Patrizio. "Whenever you two are somewhere, I know the event is going to be grand. Wonderful to see you both."

Patrizio offers a smile back to Valencia when there's the gracious thank you and the offer, and his palm presses to his armour as he bows slightly to her. Medeia's words, too, draw a grin, and that dip of his head. "Very kind, my Lady Eswynd, though I've but the fortune, perhaps, of having friends who know where to bring the fun, and I follow along to my own benefit."

And a breath, but he bows to all. "If you'll all excuse me, I should go attend to the /less/ fun parts of my roles. Thank you all for a delightful evening."

Bahiya tilts her head at the new voice, smiling and bowing her head in Medeia's general direction. "My honor and pleasure."

Oskar sighs lightly as he watches Medeia have to hobble on a cane, grunting at Haakon, "I'm sure you ended whatever bastard did that to Deia. Still...hrmph." Turning about, he spots Raven and waves her over.

If Valencia is watching the exchange between the Kennex brothers it is hard to tell, but she does seem to smile as Ian is embrace, especially so if there was any kind of alarmed squack. All seeming well, she turns to Medeia and smiles warmly. "You honour me, my lady. Especially as your events are always so enjoyable. I thank you," she replies with a warm incline of head. "I am so glad that you and your Lord were able to attend. I hope you return to visit us again."

Raven bobs her head to those she's sitting with, "Beg pardon, Caspian, Lord, Ladies." She rises and ambles over towards Oskar, weaving through the crowd and nursing her flask, "You summoned, Marquis?"

Cadenza has left the corner table.

3 Fidante House Guards, Claudio, the chivalrous knight, Sofia, a saucy sailor's aide leave, following Cadenza.

Ignacio has left the corner table.

3 Fidante House Guards, Sir Fernando of the Knights of Roses, Niame, a white heavy warhorse, Stefano, a put-upon assistant, Rook, the Raven leave, following Ignacio.

3 First Legion Centurions, 3 Setarcan Royal Shields leave, following Patrizio.

Oskar leans over towards Raven, murmuring something to her.

Oskar chuckles lightly as he creaks back into his chair.

Raven has left the corner table.

Raven has joined the ringside table.

Realizing that he shouldn't crush his brother to death in a hug, Porter eventually releases Ian so that the man can breathe and also get his own bearings. If anyone has been watching their exchange he seems entirely oblivious to it. "I'm serious about getting the drink after this?" he looks around, perplexed. "Is it over?" Porter, please.

Bree looks momentarily surprised by the Kennex hug, but that vanishes quickly to be replaced by a wide smile. She 'sneaks' her way away from the two brothers, and turns to meander around the ring. So she's not there to hear Porter ask if it is over, because she's all the way over /there/.

Bree has left the Champions' table.

Ian stumbles a little with Porter settles him on his feet. "If it's not over, we've probably missed something important." He's maybe a little bit extra gruff, like that's going to somehow make up for that squack a minute ago. It's not. "I'd like a drink. I'd like a couple of drinks. Uh. And I need to clean my sword."

Valencia offers warm smile for Patrizio as he departs, her head bobbing softly to farewells shared. There is a wave of fond amusement to Porter's question, and as if by magic an pair of buxom barmaids are there with more then enough libations for at least one round of Kennex drinking. Yes, two trays are needed, but well earned, indeed.