The magnificent castle appears an even more impressive structure now that I view it up close, at least 100 feet wide and 50 high, with immaculately polished obsidian stone mixed in with marble to create the appearance of lustrous black stone bricks. I stand at the back of the long line of people who all share the same goal, to enter the tournament that decides who is to be our next king. Here on the top of comber hill sits the throne of our ruler Jezal the first, one of many legendary embodiments of heroism who have ruled this country for the past thousand years. He is, however, long past his prime. Soon it will be me who sits upon the throne, it will be Logan the first, or your majesty to you.