Every word and action in the stands is observed, requiring a constant maintenance of image.
Nobles of medium and small stature, who have no right to sit there, can critique and comment as they please.
Although their view is somewhat inferior, their enjoyment is substantially greater:
"Eh? Is this the last gladiator to enter the arena?"
"Seems like it."
"What do you mean 'seems'? Shouldn't 'Little Hernan' be the [Spear-end]? Who's this blond kid, then?"
"How would I know?!"
While two young nobles from Castile were bickering back and forth, a voice suddenly interjected from behind:
"The blond kid is Earl Harlan, Siegfried."
The person who interjected was a young man in his mid-twenties, with almond-shaped eyes and a large forehead. He was a tad ugly, but not so much that it left a lasting impression, possessing a face that could be quickly forgotten after a farewell.
