Tazkerov, Dragon Candidate
Tazkerov had roamed the Gather for a bit after the knife throwing contest, in the company of his sister. To be fair, they had long ago both gotten used to not spending every second, waking and sleeping, in each other’s presence, but they still preferred to spend a goodly chunk of time together. Tazkerov had wanted to immediately sign up for the archery competition, but Minkelina had already promised her teachers her assistance with a set at that time, and so wouldn’t be able to participate in the contest. She hadn’t been too happy to realize that, but… such was life, sometimes. Tazkerov had been a bit disappointed too. It was fun to work on combat with his sister, even if ‘working on’ in this case simply meant brief activity in competition style, rather than the more free-style training they both preferred. On the other hand, he was always glad to be reminded of his sister having a place in Harper craft, and they did get to roam around the Gather together for quite a bit of time before the sign up was due to close.
Tazkerov arrived at the stand to sign up at roughly the same time as a man sporting knots to mark him a Wherhandler. Dualbonded, if Taz was reading things right. Waiting behind the man, Tazkerov listened to the rules, just in case there were any surprises in there. He didn’t think so, certainly it seemed straight forward enough to him. A way of having some fun, maybe earning some marks, nothing horribly complicated in that. “Still time for me to sign up too?” he inquired, after the man thanked the people handling the sign in — the judges, probably — and moved on.
Weapon's Master (bow = second weapon)