The Twisted Adventures of Sir Weimar

Ch.2 : The town

"Oi, take it easy, lads.  Your food isn't trying to escape you!"

As they shoveled oatmeal into their mouths, Syras and Weimar glanced up at Veerus, who was watching the duo with an incredulous expression. 

"The tourney starts in a couple hours," Syras pointed out with a mouth full of oatmeal.

" Yes, but if you eat like a Chi'ila , you could get a massive bellyache!" William protested.

"Well, we are done now so it won't matter," Weimar replied as he wiped his mouth. He went up and hugged his mother and two brothers.

"Stay out of trouble," his mother warned before tussling his hair.

"Aye, got it, mother." The young farmer smiled before rushing out after his friend.

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Once they made the 5 mile walk , or race in their case, a bustling town with a huge circular arena filled with banners of all different colors and sizes.  Weimar saw a massive crowd enter the event at different entrances in each stand. Guards checked the passes and the VIP guests that included lords, former knights, and other nobles were escorted to the boxed seats at the front with the best view.  Weimar turned to Syras.

"Well, how do you plan on getting us in?" he asked, demanding an answer from the other boy.

Syras smirked. "Relax mate, I got a plan, but first let us have some fun at the other attractions before the tourney begins."

 Weimar crossed his arms. "Oh, where to?"

"Just shut up and follow me." He grabbed Weimar's arm and yanked him off.

The first place the duo hit was the weapons armory. Weimar's eyes grew to cover almost half of his head when they sauntered in. This was due to the variety of weapons lining up the shelves of the armory. There was a morningstar on the deck across from him, a mace to his right, and a flail to his left. There was even a shelf full of caltrops ahead of him. 

"Wow, these are cool!"

He turned to see Syras trying out two scimitars. 

"Woah there, lad!" Weimar warned him. "You don't want to cause a commotion."

"What commotion?" Syras smirked. He twirled both of them simultaneously in his hands. "I know what I am doing."

"Careful!" the shopkeeper shouted at them. " Those were imported from the Kingdom of Madinah!"

"No worries!"  Syras returned the call." My dad is currently serving in the Aislundian military under King Lothar. " 

"That's great, but please put down the scimitars," the shop keeper said with a commanding undertone. 

"Alrighty, mate!" Syras put them down. "Just calm your socks down."

The confused man raised a brow.

"He means it's all good," Weimar translated. 

"I knew what it meant." The shopkeeper sighed. "Just please don't do anything to raise my anxiety levels to an all time."

He then turned his attention to a man dressed in silver shining armor purchasing a katana sword.

"That sword is a katana," Syras explained, appearing beside his friend. " It is common in the Nara Island kingdom."

The brunet farmer rolled his eyes. "I know what that is. I have eyes, you know."

"Really, I didn't know," Syras stated sarcastically, chuckling. They turned their attention back to the man, whom they assumed to be a knight purchase the katana and a longsword.