Kael
The first prize had a drawing.
The second had a paragraph.
Naturally, everyone was looking at the drawing.
I stood behind two students at the tournament desk while they argued over the length of a sword neither of them had won. The illustrated weapon had an elaborate guard, a pale edge and absolutely no room for the owner's disappointing performance.
"That grip would suit you," one said.
"You've never seen me use a sword."
"I've seen you hold things."
They moved when the clerk asked them to move.
I set my registration copy on the counter.
"Equipment awards. Is this the complete attachment?"
She checked the number at the bottom.
"For this issue."
"May I read the actual terms?"
"They're below the picture."
A fair answer.
I moved to the side and read them.
