«I have never seen such a tense atmosphere at the forest tournament. Everyone is arguing with, shouting, making noise. Another moment, and they will be at each other's throats…» – A smart looking lady in a long dress said, watching indifferently the commotion. It was Jezzaya, the respected principal of the first ranked school in Athens (1). A person of her level was superior in authority to any elder of the Grand family.
«I guess it all comes down to the main prize. I wonder what is the reason for such generosity of the imperial government?» – A stately man rubbed his chin thoughtfully. It was Kael, the respected principal of the first ranked school in Liberia (2). He inspired awe, giving the impression of a calm, reasonable person, worthy of his high position.
«But we understand that this dispute will lead nowhere. May the strongest and the most successful win, be it the three princes or Haya Ferus, my dear student.» – Jezzaya said pompously, holding her hand.