These are the seats for the three top figures attending today's competition.
Below them is a temporary fence made of bamboo poles, surrounding it are two waiting areas, both occupied by members of the Fishing Guild or Guild Cao.
The two guilds stand in stark opposition to each other, the atmosphere taut like drawn swords and ready crossbows.
Their underlings glare at each other, engaging in a silent standoff with their counterparts from the rival sect.
Meanwhile, not too far away in two separate tea houses.
The higher-ups of the Fishing Guild and those of Guild Cao are seated in their respective establishments.
On the Fishing Guild's side.
Wu Zhong looks very weak as he bows to the middle-aged man seated in the place of honor, who is only five years Wu Zhong's senior yet of incomparably higher status.
One is merely a Fishery Manager, the other is the Hall Master of one of the Fishing Guild's four great halls, the White Tiger Hall.
