Had gathered at the great hall of Monsalvat Castle.

Everyone knew that the festivities would not begin untill about an hour from now, but half the fun was always to watch people arrive.
Of course the Queen and Ladies in Waiting were not goin to appear for quite some time yet, but almost all the knights were already around and begining to size themselves against each other for the great battles ahead.
How wonderful men are...strong and and handsom but so childlike when it comes to who has the biggest sword.

The minstrels had all arrived and were preparing their best poetry, some still writing, as they knew that soon they would be cheared on by the crowds or horsewhipped out of Monsalvat...