Two days later.
The building where registrations were being held had nothing special about it from the outside: gray stone, simple columns, and a sign with gold lettering announcing the annual tournament without unnecessary embellishments. Even so, there was a line.
It wasn't chaotic, but organized, made up of people who knew exactly what they had come for: experienced tamers, novices trying to appear calm, merchants alert to any opportunity, and onlookers who only wanted to witness the spectacle.
It showed in the way they moved forward, in how they didn't ask questions, in how they already knew the process. Thomas didn't stop to observe for long and simply went inside.
The interior was spacious and functional. Tables lined up in rows, officials reviewing documents, pens passing from hand to hand, and the constant sound of papers shifting.
