Furley

Daphne had no idea why Furley was pulling her out of formation with the rest of the Company.

Minas Eriol was a distraction. Yes, the Company was to retrieve the half of our caravan that had been stolen; but to me, it was a distraction. To draw my blade in aimless slaughter, to strike down any goblin stood in my path, that is what I needed. 

Though not much which anyone else would note had happened, the past couple of weeks had been unusual for Daphne.
The Waymeet Market seemed to have gone fairly well, despite the appearance of a couple shady characters, and her load had been decently light for the weeks past.

The first thing I heard was the crashing of waves along the shoreline. The sound was hypnotizing but arrhythmic, no true pattern to be discerned as the ocean crests and falls. It soothes a longing in my soul. I heard the cries of seagulls as they flew overhead, sharp and piercing, but familiar. 

(Loose Part 3 to Union of Amaken and Ana, though really its own story. ) 

"Touch me Commander and I'll send you to the other side to check if she's there yourself," Furley had growled out, without even turning away. "YES OR NO, DID YOU SEE HER DIE? Answer me!!" He'd shouted. 

(For a full account of the actual tournament, go to A great tournament by Amaken )

Daphne wasn't quite sure what  she felt as she held the note from Deorla. Although she couldn't read much at all, she knew from the expressions of others, and the absence of Deorla, what the contents were. 

What an unusual day it had turned out to be! Daphne's mind was everywhere as she packed her belongings once again. Though it wasn't all bad, the day weighed on her. She was weary and longed to collapse into sleep. But she knew despite her exhaustion, her mind was too scattered and energetic to actually rest yet. 

She had never seen fighting like that before. Certainly, Daphne had seen many fights before then...even been in many before then.