Caprion let the hush deepen until every rustle died away, then lifted his chin and addressed the field.
"We have long been aware of the Outer Region's tradition—settling disputes and establishing hierarchy through inter-race tournaments. The Honorable Wanderer Merchant recommends the same approach. In fact, before the Legacy Domain opens, he personally hopes to witness a fine display from the young generation of his birthplace."
Though the goatman's tone was courteous, the meaning was ironclad: the Wanderer Merchant—still unseen—was already watching and intended to enjoy a tournament first.
"We accept."
The reply rose from several directions at once, steady and unhesitating.
Leaders spoke for their peoples; the 4 titled Practitioners were among them. None here was strangers to such contests, and all understood that, given the crowd and the stakes, this remained the most workable method.
Seeing their willingness, the goatman—Caprion—inclined his head in crisp satisfaction.
