"What's the catch?"

Vronx shook his head, "There is no catch. Not that I see anyway."

Syrifar mulled this over. "Then why can't I remember anything specific. I'm pretty sure we haven't been here our whole lives."

Vronx slapped him on the back and laughed, "Ah, don't make things complicated. This tournament has been here forever. I'm pretty sure it isn't corrupted in some way."

Syrifar frowned, "Why would you say that?"

Vronx just smiled. "Say what?"

"About it not being corrupted, why would you say that?"

Vronx was about to speak, and then stopped, the smile dropping from his face. "Now that you say that… I can't remember." He paused and continued, now with a wearied smile, "But I'm sure it's nothing, just a slip of the tongue. After all, we've lived here all our lives and the tournament's been next door all our lives… Right?"

Syrifar nodded slowly, "I think so, but I don't trust something. I feel like my body should be different somehow. And that I should know someone besides you."

Vronx rolled his eyes, "Next you'll be saying that this is all a dream. Let's go sign up at the Registry."

Syrifar hesitated, "If we and the tournament have been here forever, then why aren't we already signed up?"

Vronx frowned. He had no answer for that.