I fiddle with my bracelet nervously as I watch kids run around and parents gossip while the
training field gets set up for the fight.
The stands are put in, but they're still marking the square fifteen by fifteen foot space the
reckoning will take place in.
My face wrinkles in disgust watching everything get set up on the outside of the fields.
There are food stands, games, and feasting tables.
The villagers treat reckonings like carnivals.
I scan the lot nervously. Draven isn't here yet, so I assume he's still getting his gear on.
Trying to take my mind off of the stressful situation, I decide to slide out of my throne like chair,
for show of course, and get something to eat.
I skipped breakfast due to how nervous I was, but a big lunch should satisfy the hunger I have,
