merri & wolfe
There was a kind of energy to these tournaments that was undeniably exciting, both among the participants and the spectators. It was, however, admittedly only the reassurance that no lethal damage could be done that comforted Merri enough to attend, though as a councilor, he knew his presence was expected; he'd had a hard enough time sparring the other red, and occasional blue, mages -- the guilt of causing physical harm, even if minimally, to his friends was often too much to allow him to take the shots and chances he knew he ought to. That was why Merri did not participate in this tournament, though he did enjoy seeing what sorts of spells and combos the others in his guild had to offer, and he liked to think that his friends appreciated his support.
He sat by himself, which was almost lonely, but then a familiar voice and a new presence appeared beside him, and a smile split on Merri's face as he recognized who it was.
"Wolfe? Good morning! It's been... a while! How are you!" He had heard that Wilham Wolfe had returned, but Merri had been too busy to seek him out. It was a fact he regretted, but at least he was seeing him now.