The Dragon Festival Tournament. It happens every year but only every five decades could you prove your strength to the Dragons themselves. To fight before the Dragons was honor enough and legend speaks of a special prize that is not listed amongst the rewards during this time.
Not to mention this year the Grand Prize was a weapon personally crafted by none other than Elder Urk' the Black Hammer. Anyone would risk their lives in order to get a hold of the top position. Rewards be damned, glory and honor would be enough for them.
"I Surrender!"
Yet one of the remaining warriors raised her hand and confidently claimed she was going to step down from the competition.
[What's this? One of the remaining warriors has opted to stand down from the competition!]
Murmurs descended from the audience.
"I Surrender as well." It was Vandel who surrendered next, "It seems like you chose a very inconvenient time to surrender. Couldn't you have done it at a more inconspicuous time?"