They had to go through a bottleneck where competitors and spectators were mixing before they could get to the feast halls. It was there that they had their first real problem.
A man got in their way and made them stop. He was tall and thin, with sharp features and an even sharper smile. His clothes showed that he was a competitor, with the Northern Coalition's logo sewn on his chest.
"Well, well, it seems like I'm feeling lucky today to meet the legend himself," the man said, his voice full of fake friendliness. "Isn't it the famous Brotherhood of Peace? I've heard a lot about you guys."
"Excuse us," Greg said politely as he tried to get past, clearly ignoring the troubles.
The man moved again to block them. "Not so fast. I wanted to see the famous Greg Greyson up close."
"The man who is too good to make weapons." His smile turned into a sneer. "How do you plan to compete with real blacksmiths if you won't make anything that is useful as a weapon?"
