Sil takes a deep breath and tugs at the uncomfortably high collar of his pressed white tunic as he looks over the jumping arena. He can’t remember the last time he’d been this far uptown, or if he’d ever even been this far uptown, and the setting was entirely uncomfortable at best. His new tunic and vest were stiff and form-fitting, the collar too tight and sleeves covering up more of his tattoos than he'd like. The arena and surrounding stables were clean and well-maintained, the jumps...
