The holding place of the last event was going to be a bit different than usual square. It was going to be in an open field, right outside the western gates
The open field stretched wide and wooden platforms had been set in tiered rows around its perimeter where spectators gathered in numbers that seemed to grow by the minute.
The ground had been cleared and flattened, marked with white chalk lines that formed a massive circle at its center, and banners representing each guild snapped in the wind above their designated waiting areas.
Thamoryn who was going to be the announcer today, stood at the center of the field.
She wore her formal robes, dark blue with silver threading, and her staff was planted firmly in the dirt beside her.
With her voice amplified by magic so that it carried clearly to every corner of the grounds;
