Tempest led the Saddle Arabian up the the tournament groups and the hooded pony handed him a hooful of silvery coins, as they parted ways the hooded pony's horn glew dimly, the coins in Tempest's pockets disitigrated into fime powder, which leaked through and drifted back into the hooded ponies pouch, "What a gullible fool.." He mused to himself. Truth be told he' only known about this place from him to begin with. It was probably why he never got any friends in the first place. He approached the entry booth and decided to sign himself up. He'd finished sigming and saw a map of the event. "No smithy? Better change that." He pulled out a large black pen and drew a crude circle with the work "Blacksmith" he grunted to himself in approval and headed to the empty space near the border. He put his sack of fine steel powder down, he then draw a large rune on the ground, quietly hummed a quick chant to himself and slammed both forehooves into the ground just before it. The there was a small tremor, then another. And another. Then, slowly rising out the ground was a sandstone iglooshaped rock, then features began to form, windows, a chimney and finally, a door. The dust in his pouch drifted out lazily and formed into a very steampunky key, which then flew into the door amd turned, leaving a resounding click then disitigrating and drifting back into his pouch. He looked towards his house, a considerably brighter shade of stone than all the other building, he then looked at it, something was missing. He couldn't quite tell. He walked inside to see his house in the exact way he'd left it. Being an earthwarder had its benefiets. He then remebered what he was missing, his anvil and forge. He took out his pouch and it quickly formed into an anvil just ouside of his home, to the passerby it'd have looked like an anvil simply materialized out from the window. It landed with a loud clack outside, he took off his coat and hood and walked outside and looked for some company to chat woth, or some cider to pass the time. He noticed a modest looking armour and headed over to look at the availible wares. He knocked on what looked like a sign four times, "Hallo? Is anyone there?"