You were making you way through town, on a walk to enjoy the good weather while it lasted. Your gaze glosses over the busy town and its people bustling about, a few people passing with horses or carts of produce that head towards the market square ahead. Then your gaze moves over a blonde man sitting on the edge of a well and cleaning dirt off of the chest plate to a shining set of armour her has laid out next to him.

Was there a Knight's tournament happening in town?