You are!

"Lords and Ladies, we are now ready to announce our finalists! The last remaining warriors who will do a free for all style battle in the Grand Tournament of Nillix!" The crowd gives a cheer. "Now now now! Remember, the grand finals will be taken place over in Nillix in just under 30 days. We hope you will all show up and support the fights you like the best."

The crowd continues to go wild. They are stomping their feet on the ground, causing rumbling.

"It's time!!!" The announcer yells "Coming from our amazing Kingdom of Rathkin! From the House of Lady Karisi! He's trained hard for past years fighting his way to our grand arena. Wielding a shortsword and a dagger as his weapons of choice. You might love him or hate him, but he shows his opponents mercy. Our first contestant. Give a loud cheer! Darien!!!"

The wooden door opens up as the crowd erupts into cheer. "Darien! Darien! Darien!" you hear the crowd chant. You're dawned in your light beige leather pants, your light beige leather breastplate, you hold your short sword and dagger high in the air as you walk toward the middle of the arena. "Holy shit, this is fucking amazing..." you think to yourself and you spin around a few times, taking in all the glory of these people. "Darien! Darien! Darien!" the cheers continue. "YEAAAAAA!!!" You yell back at them.

After a few minutes of throwing my arms in the air, giving a few slashes with my sword and having that permanent smile on my face, you sheathe your weapons and stand straight up facing the announcer. The announcer is standing in front of four chairs. In one of those four chairs you see Lady Karisi. The other, you know is King Rathkin who honestly looks like he's about 80 years old with the amount of grey hair and loose skin he has. The other two, you have no clue who they are. One is another older gentleman with a yellow robe covering most of his body, a hood sticking behind his neck, his bald head looking at your direction with a somewhat medium sized, athletic man standing behind him, completely covered with a beige leather tunic, trousers, a cloth hood completely covering his face and had a bow strapped around his back, most likely a bodyguard. The last one, your typical overweight person with his mistress?...wife?....****?...standing next to him holding a chalice of wine.

"Darien, House of Lady Karisi, Kingdom of Rathkin!" The announcer says "Congratulations! The Grand Tournament of Nillix awaits you!"

The crowd continues to cheer as you stand still, facing the announcer, still facing toward Karisi, who is staring back at you, smiling and giving you a thumbs up.

"Now now now!" The announcer begins up "Let's keep this excitement going!" The crowd erupts again before starting to quiet down so they can hear "Our second finalist! Coming from the far off lands of the Sicilian Syndicate! Trained under their Grand Marshall Sir Berrian, wielding a double bladed battle axe..."