Dominic arrived at the arena just ahead of the Royal Procession.
All six Kings were travelling in a convoy, surrounded by Royal Guards, soldiers, and a handful of trolls, who were working to clear the road so that the trucks weren't boxed in.
It was human nature to want to get a better view, but getting up close and personal with a Royal transport was just begging to meet the business end of a Royal Guard's blade.
They did not react well when people rushed the vehicles.
Especially not in an age of artillery and high explosives.
Most of the town had come out to see them pass by, a rare sight for the average person, and even more so for someone who lived in an area as rural as Wistover.
By all common sense, this was likely to be a once-in-a-lifetime event, where the Kings had all come together to hammer out a deal after the end of a major war, and now they were celebrating with a joust, inviting Knights from all over the region.
