She Is All Class
The two bluecloaks stood atop the wall and looked down at the competitors. They were part of the team of five who protected the city because the tournament mimicked what happened in time of war. To save expending lives unnecessarily - the domains throughout the planes of existence - agreed to settle their differences with combat of five versus five.
Alejo had dark hair and pale skin. He was tall and handsome, a favourite of the Duke's wife. Kysandre was once his apprentice and she was young and beautiful. Her brown skin and dark hair were similar to the fisherman who were moored from the Dawnharbour docks.
They were in the Duke's box and stood at the far end. Close enough so he could ask a question, but not rubbing shoulders with the nobility in the centre.
Alejo spoke quietly to Kysandre while keeping an eye on the proceedings. "They're innovative." He sounded a little impressed and surprised. "Hmm, see how they adapt after watching the other matches."