Thorley arrives, but he's not alone. Riding piggy back on him is a young girl of about six that has been bundled from the chill. The knight makes a bit of a horse noise and then settles the girl down. His eyes scan the crowd, searching out someone. When he spots Jeffeth, there's a nod of his head and a gesture to visit when he can as he speaks some words to the little one.

Barbara, the stalwart Stormward secretary, 4 Kennex corsairs arrive, following Ford.

Thorley has joined the Commoner Stands.

Jeffeth checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 7 lower.

Grazia glides her way regally over towards her lieges with interest. She bows to Talen and Eleyna with a sweeping curtsey that probably shouldn't be possible in her tightly cut Lycene dress and then sits down at the noble stands, motioning for Jordan to join her.

Grazia has joined the Noble Seating.

Joslyn points towars Jeffeth. "Ah, there he is, short man with the mustache," Joslyn smirks mischiviously, nodding towards Micaela.

Jordan has joined the Noble Seating.

It has been nearly two weeks since Sir Jeffeth Bayweather has been seen in public. And here he is, his trumphant return to the world with a grand entrance. Except it's not that triumphant or grand. In fact he looks a bit the opposite. It is clear that Jeffeth's body has been shown some neglect. The way his skin clings tigtly to his bones, the pallid nature of it. It is fairly clear that not a lot of sleep or nourishment was had in the last week or two. Or perhaps he is coming out of it? Hard to tell, though it's quite easy to tell, this isn't the man's best moment. The huge knight comes marching to the proving grounds, his features somber, drained. Though he tries to force up a light smile and nod to those gathered as he does. It is a silly duel after all!

Arm in arm with Lady Monique, Jeffeth gives a light nod over to her before untangling their arms. He forces up a soft smile to her before taking a step away. Though his eyes fall on Thorley. And the little girl he has with him. The large knight freezes in place, his mouth dropping open a little and his skin pales even more than it had been. After a moment, Jeffeth forces his mouth shut, jerks his gaze away and starts walking across the grounds.

Ford has joined the Noble Seating.

Eleyna has joined the Noble Seating.

"It is always so," Talen replies to Eleyna, inclines his head to Grazia, and then moves to settle. "You have no apology to make, Sir Ober. You fought well, you won, and the injuries were my price. I heal fast, the healers are skilled, and I suffered no permanent injury."

Jeffeth has joined the Dueling Ring.

Joslyn has joined the Dueling Ring.

Monique arrives with Jeffeth, the flame-haired Greenmarch clad in honeyed silk and a smile, reassuring and warm. She leans up to murmur something to the haggard Knight before glancing around, searching for a space to occupy.

Micaela follows Joslyn's finger and stares at Jeffeth. She peers at him. And then looks some more. "No," she says with a frown. "I don't think I've ever seen that man before in my life. But good luck, if that's who you're supposed to fight." And then she's moving off to... no, she's just kind of off to the side now, waiting like she has no real idea how these things are done. But Eleyna gets a cheerful - one might say perky - wave hello.

Pasquale is here for the show. He scans the crowd for Micaeal, raising a hand to her and offering her something akin to a smile. It's not the most exuberant of well-wishes, but he does what he can. Toward the stands he goes, to find a good seat.

Inquisitor Jonathen, 6 Veteran Confessors arrive, following Laric.

Niklas walks in with Sabella on his arm. "...think that I'll be having to pay for a wedding for them soon. They make a cute couple, but I get the feeling she mostly likes him because he never talks." When he sees Jeffeth he brightens. Briefly. "Gods," he murmurs to Sabella, then pulls her in that direction. A glance to Thorley and he's rolling his eyes, but he stops in front of Jeffeth and pats the big man's shoulder. "Hello, little guy. It's been some time. We should talk eventually, but I know you have a thing to do now. I'd offer you advice, but I don't know anything about Lady Joslyn, and also you're better at this than I am at dispensing fake advice, so maybe just hit her with a hammer?" Nik gives a shrug, gives the knight a quick hug before turning to go to the judge's desk.

Pasquale has joined the Noble Seating.

"Thank you." Jordan states to Talen, nodding once to the man. "I enjoyed the element of risk in that free-for-all, I'll admit. It's not something you see every day."

Sabella watches Niklas approach Jeffeth and for a moment her cheerful expression is a bit troubled. When Nik heads to the judges booth, she heads over to noble seating giving everyone a wave, "I don't know about all of you, but I am definitely excited to find out if everything I know about Sir Jeffeth is wrong!"

Sabella has joined the Noble Seating.

Thorley's frown deepens when he sees Jeffeth's reaction. There's a moment of apology, but when Niklas rolls his eyes, the knight's expression measures into polite stoniness. He moves to take his seat and speaks quietly with the child at his side.

Jeffeth checked strength + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 36 higher.

Jeffeth checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 53 higher.

Rowenova actually seems to be faring better since the other evening after the Grand Melee, and she only lightly employs her boar spear as a walking stick, gradually moving over to the seating section, not really intent on being in an actual fight, at least not today, but she can certainly watch/learn.

Micaela looks over at Sabella's comment, and there's a sly smile on her features. "I don't know anything about him, but it could all be wrong too! What if. The possibilities boggle the mind." And then she's heading over to the Judges table herself, but her eyes and her amusement seem reserved for the spectacle to come.

Micaela has joined the Judges Desk.

Rowenova has joined the Commoner Stands.

Niklas has joined the Judges Desk.

Anya, the cool as an ice cube Champion apprentice, Renn, the mousy, scholarly brunette, Morgan, a roguish looking gentleman arrive, following Caspian.

Caspian, Isabetta arrive, following Carita.

Joslyn frowns a moment when she really sees Jeffeth, she gives a glance over her shoulder as she watches Micaela take her place. "You might be right," Joslyn says before moving to the center to face off against Jeffeth. "Well, we all know why we're here," Joslyn says. "Good luck, I shall not be holding back!"

Laric, expression mild and thoughtful, moves through the scattered crowd to find himself a seat that affords a decent view of the ring. He offers a faint smile to those already sitting nearby then turns his focus to the champions, getting comfortable.

Laric has joined the Noble Seating.

Monique has joined the Noble Seating.

There's a little glance down to Monique and the pale knight gives a small nod, lips drawing thin. Then Niklas and Sabella are greeting him. The man's face remains in a perpetual state of blankness, save for the times he can work up a smile. Jeffeth gives Niklas another nod, a breath rushing from him. "Thank you for the fake advice, Your Highness." Jeffeth rumbles in a tone without affectation. There's another glance stolen over towards Thorley and the child before Jeffeth is stepping away.

There is a bit of a quiet sigh let out, before the big man is taking the large hammer off his shoulder, as if obligated too, and throws it into the dirt and grass about ten feet in front of him. Jeffeth turns and gives a wave to the crowd, brief as it is. Quickly, Jeffeth swings nearly upside down. Once he was standing on his feet and now he stands on his hands. Armor, muscle and all, the behemoth starts to walk forward on his hands, towards where the hammer was hefted. Hand over hand he moves towards Joslyn, before he moves his hands placed over the hammer. Pulling his legs in, Jeffeth bends his arms as he lowers himself and then clenching and thrusting flings himself upwards. Jeffeth is just able to propel himself upward, legs swinging violently down to land back under him, and his hammer is now in his hands.

Once his little display is finished, he gives a deep bow towards Micaela and Joslyn. "May we bring honor to Gloria." Jeffeth says softly, straightening up to his full height.

Micaela murmurs to Niklas, "If that's really the person who was so upset that I didn't remember him, maybe he should consider growing a moustache. It would help him be a little more memorable."

Carita has joined the Noble Seating.

Caspian has joined the Commoner Stands.

Isabetta has joined the Noble Seating.

Isabetta gives a glance over while Caspian sits, but ultimately decides it seemt to follow Carita all of the way before settling down. "Okay, so whom are we watching and whom are we rooting for and is this to the death?" She asks in earnest even while almost certainly knowing it is not so serious as being to the death.

Joslyn checked dexterity + small wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 53 higher.

Caspian has left the Commoner Stands.

Caspian has joined the Noble Seating.

Watching his display, Joslyn gives a short nod, a smile and she draws her pins, small and dainty, with a flourish of her cloak and a twirl in the air, darting the little weapons forward in a display of speed and grace. When her twirling act comes to an end, she stops, her fighting stance assumed, and both of those dangerous pins pointed to her opponent. "May Gloria watch us, and bring us justice" Joslyn nods, an animal smile curling her lips.

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

Lyric, an aspiring vocalist arrives, following Melody.

"Kick him so hard he -grows- a moustache, Joslyn!" Micaela isn't the most polite, socially aware woman in this moment in time, but it's clear she's supporting her Champion at least!

The fight begins, Jeffeth takes to the dueling circle. He begins pacing with Joslyn, circling her for a few brief moments before it's time to engage. The hammer is dangerous, but even in his pale and malnourished condition, Jeffeth seems to have care with how he swings it. A blade is affixed to the bottom of the haft for use of first blood. Advancing on Joslyn, the big man uses his hammer more like a quarterstaff, placing the large haft in front of himwith both hands to try and deflect Joslyn's quick darting blows. The mix of leathers and steel Jeffeth wears seems to save him, consistently, Joslyn's faster strikes deflecting off of him mostly harmlessly. Meanwhile the big man is trying to throw Joslyn off balance, either by shoving her with the haft of his hammer, or slamming his shoulder into her, but every time he goes to swing she's gone. Jeffeth knits his brows in concentration, holding up his hammer, right before Joslyn is able to get a hit in.

Isabetta cups her hands around her mouth and shouts, "Go Joslyn, I am sincere in my sincerely hoping that you win this and that your opponent rues the day that they had to face you. Also is this thing to the death?" She gets a rather self satisfied look after shouting that.

Brushing on past a crowd of people, Melody joins in on the cheering; making her stance absolutely clear. "/No/ mustaches!" Having shared her (very) important thoughts, the prodigal slanted a honey-sweet smile at those in the noble seating before claiming a spot at the commoner stands.

Melody has joined the Commoner Stands.

Joslyn has always relied on speed to take down her opponents, and she takes off like a bolt in the night, the pins flashing out and bouncing off of the armor Jeffeth wears, never quite finding a place in the joints. There is a shout of exertion, and the pin manages to dig into a shoulder, but once she'd pulled herself back, no blood was drawn, so the fight continues. "Is that how mustaches work?" Joslyn shouts back over the din of combat, concentration on her opponent still never wavering.

Micaela claps as they continue fighting each other. "This is so exciting," she says to Niklas in a tone of near-breathless wonder. "Is it always so fast? Look at how quick Joslyn moves! It's very impressive."

Niklas looks from the fight to Micaela and says, affect flat, "Which one is Lady Joslyn?"

Joslyn wields the Rose of Stonewood.

Micaela leans over and points. "The tall one," she says, pointing directly at Joslyn.

As her companion says something to her, Micaela looks over at the stands, craning her neck and peering, looking for someone. But her face falls, clearly disappointed. Whoever she's looking for appears not to be there.

When Micaela glances over to the commoner stands, Melody makes sure to mouth, 'no mustaches' once more. Really driving that point home. And then she's twisting by the waist to mumble something out to the others around, waggling her coinpurse all the while.

Joslyn is quite fast, whirling around to go at Jeffeth's weak joints in his armor. And he seems a little slow on the draw today, his feet moving just a touch slower than perhaps they normally would. There's a grunt let out as Jeffeth takes a dagger towards the interior of his armpit, scowling some. Joslyn is able to bring forward two more quick strikes that do a little damage. The big man grunts at each, frantically trying to get his hammer up in time to defend. But Joslyn's assault of pinpricks continues, as the larger man tries to come up with a good defense. Which in this case may be a good offense. Jeffeth unloads a powerful blow, both hands on the haft of his hammer to strike Joslyn flat across the chest with a strike that resembles both a punch and a shove at the same time. With his first hit delivered, Jeffeth takes a step back for some much needed space. Preparing for the next strike.

"You're confused," says Niklas mildly to Micaela. He looks over the crowd, then points at Sabella and says something else to his table companion.

Caspian has left the Noble Seating.

Anya, the cool as an ice cube Champion apprentice, Renn, the mousy, scholarly brunette, Morgan, a roguish looking gentleman leave, following Caspian.

Joslyn gasps as Jeffeth manages to strike her hard in the chest, blinking as she staggers back, it's not first blood and she steadies herself on her feet. She lifts her hands up once more to face Jeffeth, squinting and charging in once more, speed as ever is her ally. She still grins, determination lining her face.

Thorley has left the Commoner Stands.

Rowenova might not get to track down anyone she previously mentioned because a random messenger jogs in and dispenses out a new missive to her.

"Usually," Micaela agrees with Niklas, but her eyes are glued to the combat. "What happens if they both get to first blood simultaneously?"

"Then we have to fight so let's hope it doesn't come to that," Niklas says mildly, watching the fight carefully.

Micaela looks confused. "I'm in a dress," is all she says. Back to the fight go her eyes.

Rowenova gets up and walking spearsticks her way on outta here!

Niklas rolls his eyes, "Who isn't? Sabella always carries spares for just this reason."

Rowenova has left the Commoner Stands.

Isabetta totally does rise with Carita too and looks relieved to be dragged along. "Fashionably late I hope." She says, hastily.

After fending her off, there is a brief exchange where neither Joslyn nor Jeffeth are able to connect any blows. The big man is large, but he is also quite fast. And he seems to be waking up. His feet slamming into the ground to avoid Joslyn's daggers while swinging out warding blows to keep her from getting too close. Joslyn swings in again and is able to put a more punishing blow in on Jeffeth which elicits a louder yelp from the man. Wincing in pain, the large knight takes in a sharp breath. Joslyn keeps coming in close and the big man lets out a roar of a yell.

As she nears, Jeffeth opens his side toher, allowing her to take another bite at the leathers of his arm. But pushing himself forward he slams that same shoulder into Joslyn, driving her back a few feet. While she stumbles back, Jeffeth is already shifting the hammer in his hands swinging it up so that the blade attatched to the haft comes flying up towards Joslyn's outstretched arm. The blade rakes against Joslyn's leathers and bites into her flesh, sending a small spray of crimson off her arm as the haft returns to Jeffeth. The big knight holds up the red stained blade to Joslyn for her to see. Then holds up the end of the hammer to the crowd, letting out a quiet sigh.

Niklas gets to his feet and politely applauds, then glances over to Micaela, "Just so there's no confusion, Sir Jeffeth is the tall one without the mustache holding the hammer."

Carita has left the Noble Seating.

Isabetta has left the Noble Seating.

Isabetta leaves, following Carita.

Micaela laughs suddenly. "Yes, I see that. You have my solemn word that I believe him to be tall and without moustache." Her eyes meet Melody's as she says that last, and she winks. "Definitely no moustache," she reiterates. "Well fought, both of you! I don't know how you do it. Joslyn, thank you for representing me in this affair today. You did quite well."

Monique rises to applaud the fight, cheering along with the rest of the seemingly well-pleased crowd. "What an incredible match!" The Greenmarch calls out, adds her very vocal appreciation for both fighters

Ford has left the Noble Seating.

Barbara, the stalwart Stormward secretary have been dismissed.

4 Kennex corsairs have been dismissed.

Monique is overheard praising Jeffeth.

Monique is overheard praising Joslyn.

Pasquale stands to applaud for Jeffeth, and Joslyn too, as the fight comes to a close. Still watching Micaela more than the duel proper, really. He descends from his seat as things come to a close.

Jeffeth has left the Dueling Ring.

Monique has left the Noble Seating.

Kit, the grey fox, a tiny man with a BIG unpronounceable name, 1 Greenmarch Guard, Q, a very tall man with a very short name, a very average man leave, following Monique.

Monique leaves, following Jeffeth.

Kit, the grey fox, a tiny man with a BIG unpronounceable name, 1 Greenmarch Guard, Q, a very tall man with a very short name, a very average man arrive, following Monique.

Monique arrives, following Jeffeth.

Melody has left the Commoner Stands.

Lyric, an aspiring vocalist leaves, following Melody.

Monique has joined the Noble Seating.

Micaela is overheard praising Joslyn.

Micaela is overheard praising Jeffeth.

Joslyn keeps herself going as hard as she can, but the reach of the hammer mixed with the thickness of Jeffeth's armor force her to take far more risks than she'd like and eventually, her luck ran out. The strike knocks her back, draws blood she's left panting and shocked. "Thought I had you there," Joslyn winces, holding her arm. "Good show," Joslyn looks over at Micaela and dips her head. "Thank you, my lady. I am sorry that I could not perform better."

Joslyn has left the Dueling Ring.

Conker, the Ornery Red Squirrel have been dismissed.

Fecundo arrives late, moving a little slowly and makes his way for the Noble Seating.

Jeffeth checked strength + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 89 higher.

Fecundo has joined the Noble Seating.

Pasquale has left the Noble Seating.

Aksel files out with the rest of the commoners. It was a good battle from what he could tell of it. Entertaining even.

Aksel has left the Commoner Stands.

Laric has left the Noble Seating.

Inquisitor Jonathen, 6 Veteran Confessors leave, following Laric.

The big man goes to slam the hammer head into the ground. Releasing it, Jeffeth goes into a deep bow towards Joslyn. "Well fought." The big man states quietly, and without a whole lot of enthusiasm. Straightening back up he then goes to bow to Micaela. "My Lady." And finally a bow over to Niklas. "Thank you, My Lord." With the duel over, Jeffeth turns to the crowd. He may be in a state, but at least he can still try to entertain. Jeffeth bows to the crowd before falling forward towards the ground and catching himself with one arm. The knight in armor and all easily completes a quick series of ten one armed push-ups, the other hand tucked behind his back. The push ups are completed and Jeffeth then hops back to his feet easily. "Thank you all for coming." Is called out to the dispersing crowd.

2 House Velenosa Guards, Dreya, an older woman in Velenosan livery, Ailfryd, a tall, thin man with a haugty air arrive, following Saoirse.

Saoirse has joined the Noble Seating.

Sabella stands up and applauds for both competitors, "Well done!" she calls out, "That was a fantastic fight!"

Niklas has left the Judges Desk.

After a period of time, Talen rises with Eleyna, giving a small murmur of polite farewell to those nearby. The hosts of the eve-- Micaela and the Champions-- also get their dues. Slink!

Micaela has left the Judges Desk.

Talen has left the Noble Seating.

Jiacomo, the Velenosa seneschal leaves, following Talen.

Eleyna has left the Noble Seating.

13 House Velenosa Guards, Sybilla, the Lenosian lady's maid leave, following Eleyna.

Jiacomo, the Velenosa seneschal arrives, delivering a message to Micaela before departing.

"Well fought," Joslyn puts on a smile for Jeffeth, moving off the fighting grounds. "I'll of course be in touch Lady Micaela. If you ever need anyone to represent you again, know I'll be redoubling my training." Joslyn smiles a moment. "And don't hesitate to ask if you need anything at all from me."

Confessor Imori, 5 Armed Confessors arrive, following Tikva.

Confessor Imori, 5 Armed Confessors leave, following Tikva.

Monique smiles aside to Sabella, "Shall we go and congratulate them on a well fought duel?" She's already rising, turning her footsteps from the stands and towards the fighting grounds.

Monique is overheard praising Simone.

Monique is overheard praising Margret.

Sabella nods and stands to follow Monique, though she quickly moves to rush Niklas, jumping and throwing her arms around him for a big kiss! "Congratulations on your champion pick!" she tells him with a laugh.

Sabella has left the Noble Seating.

Micaela laughs lightly as she steps away from the judges' desk. "It was a silly duel," she says to Joslyn. "Though I'm not sure if I have to send around a note of admission that you're tall and don't have a moustache, or if my word here suffices? I don't really know how this works, I haven't been in the city very long and I've never actually had to accept a duel? It's a strange new world, this big city," she says to them.

Niklas returns Sabella's hug and laughs. "I think it was probably a fairly obvious pick, but I thank you nevertheless." He looks over the crowd, then shakes his head. "So Prince Laric didn't choose to stick around, eh?"

Jiacomo, the Velenosa seneschal arrives, delivering a message to Micaela before departing.

Sabella shakes her head, "He said he had to go do some work. And alas, I need to abandon you as well to go see the ladies!" she gives him another quick kiss, "So we will celebrate later!" She smiles at Joslyn, "You did an amazing job, I've never seen someone hold out that long against Sir Jeffeth! Are either of you headed to Bold Espressions tonight? It should be a fun meeting with other ladies of the city!"

Jeffeth swings his hammer up over his shoulder. Jeffeth bows his head to those that congratulate him, summoning up a small smile. As Monique makes her way over to him, Jeffeth gives a light bow. "My Lady." He leans in to murmur to her quietly before taking a step back and giving a wave to Niklas and Sabella. "Thanks again, Your Highness!"

Monique smiles up at the victorious knight, murmuring something back with an arch of her eyebrow and a low chuckle. Then she dips her own head and offers to Joslyn, "Lady Joslyn, that was incredibly impressive. I'd no idea you had such skill with a blade!"

Sabella smiles at everyone, gives Nik one more kiss like some kind of lovrstruck newlywed or somethig and then heads off with a wave!

2 Grayson House Guards, Elizabetta, a disapproving lady-in-waiting, Lily, an aloof lady-in-waiting, Clark, an exasperated guard leave, following Sabella.

Mal, a devious raccoon, Daegmund, an Oakhaven Shepherd arrive, following Shae.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Joslyn before departing.

Bowing his head to Monique, Jeffeth starts to head off, his hammer slung over his shoulder.

Shae has joined the Archery Range.