A few days passed, and Zaos received some visitors while he was training in the afternoon. They were, Drannor and Ameria. They seemed a bit cautious when they entered the mansion, but after a while, they relaxed a little.
"It has been a while," Zaos said. "Not so much, I guess."
"We wanted to give you some space," Ameria said while looking at the grave nearby.
"That was very thoughtful, but I am fine now," Zaos said. "Anyway, I can see that you are using your free time while you can since things will be hectic in a few months."
"You heard of it, huh," Ameria said. "Sorry, father said that he invited you to the tournament, and I am sure you are not the type who fights to entertain others."
"Well, I guess it is better than fighting while thinking of killing the adversary in front of you," Zaos shrugged. "Come to think of it, I don't know much about tournaments. Is there anything that I should learn now?"