“For her magical skill and tenacity, step forward to receive the first prize for the mage combat, Fiona Mulrooney of the Ferelden Circle of Magi.”

As he waited for the mage to step forward, Alistair squinted at the sun, wondering how much longer he’d have to be there. Maybe his armour would be hot enough to melt cheese by now, too bad he didn’t have any with him. It would have been a nice, and very edible experiment. Maybe a little rusty, but that wasn’t too bad of a flavour, after all.