[Gallagher]

Even stranger was the voice of the knight's new opponent, carrying across the grounds as easily as the whole of the crowds. Kier couldn't help but look over, startled by the strange way the man looked and spoke, participating in something like this. He wanted nothing more than to wait and watch.

Instead, he tripped over the very shield he'd been searching for. He twisted, arms flailing, and fell back into the dirt, cursing the whole way down. One leg bent awkwardly on top of the shield, he laid there for a long moment, his face and ears burning.

Graceful.

That, Kier decided, was quite enough looking for one day. Scrambling back onto his feet, he lifted the shield with a grunt of effort and hurried to find Amélie before she could wander off to be 'alone'.