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Who: Brett and Eris
Where: his place
When: morning

Brett hadn’t slept all night. He couldn’t believe that he had actually kidnapped a girl from the King’s jail last night. For all that he had no love for the ruler of Lavel, it was still a pretty stupid, if not fatal, move for him to make. Yet here he was, sat in the mouth of the basic, yet cosy cave that served as his home these days, keeping watch over a probably dying woman as the sun rose on a day that he was expected to spend fighting others.

There was a laundry list of reasons why this was a Very Bad Plan.
( bitching and bunnies )

Who: Marian and Caleb
When: Morning
Where: Tournament Grounds

She’d spent the night in the castle like he told her, but it wasn’t exactly any better inside, what with wolves and birds and rabid chipmunks or something storming the banquet hall, but things had eventually calmed enough that there was something other to do than be scared. She’d set to work the moment someone would let her, helping with the hurt, the wounded, trying to get them what they needed. All the while she’d asked questions, listened to stories, picked up bits and pieces of information here and there. A witch had attacked they said. That the animals rampaging was her fault. It sounded ridiculous, but at the same time, what Marian had seen wasn’t normal.

All the while she watched the door for him. She assumed he’d be next. He’d said he would come back, he’d all but promised, but again and again he wasn’t there. She waited until dawn, barely sleeping, but as the others started to leave, started to find safety outside, to pull the tournament back together, Marian went with them. Her dress was stained with blood, none of it hers, but there nonetheless from helping out, her arms flaking a little bit of dried blood here and there as well. She hadn’t slept which meant dark circles under her eyes and her hair far more wild than it had been the night before. She looked a mess, but she had one goal, searching through the people for him, determined to find him.

( Well, Don Draper was a grade A asshole )