“Oliver?” Yokel said as he looked up from his vigil. “I don’t, it can’t be…”
“It is, Yok, and we don’t have time for—”
“I knew it! I freaking knew it! They all laughed at me, but I swear, I swear, I knew it!” Yokel jumped off the platform and tackled Oliver to the ground.
“Nice to see you too, Yok, but there’s no time to explain. They’re already at Land’s End.”
Yokel jumped up quickly and ran to a chest in the corner. “Right, of course. If you’re not on the platform when they call your region, you’ll be disqualified. Here, put these on!” Yokel threw a bag of clothes to Oliver.
“What are these?” Oliver opened the bag and began to undress.
“Johanous left you a new outfit for the tournament, said he made a few ‘tweaks’ that you would find interesting. Would have found. Will find. Ahh, h
