It was a good thing Ralth didn't order a lot. He barely finished his mushrooms by the time Taimaine scarfed down her food. It wasn't a surprise really, he knew her werewolf origins. If he was a kid he'd actually try to finish his food before she did, but after one too many upset stomachs he learned to slow down. [b]"Yeah! But we should let that food settle for a bit. Wouldn't want any... Accidents to happen in our next fight."[/b]

In the distance Ralth and Taimaine could see the Mossfield brothers horsing around at their table. Their brother was regaling tales of his time in the army to a crowd of onlookers, mostly children. Ralthavar may have never left the village, but even he could tell that some of the things he said were lies, like how he repelled a group of Lizardmen at Neverwinter City. Lizardmen lived near the wilds, and there was no way a group of them could have made it to Neverwinter. Highever maybe, but not Neverwinter. [b]"Bah. Look at them. Just because Wyl joined the army, now he thinks he's some great hero."[/b] Ralthavar didn't stay to listen. He got up, stretched, and looked around. [b]"We still got the whole day before the Harvest Festival is over. I'd rather not fight so soon after I've eaten. Wanna try for one of the other competitions? I know either of us can use magic to the wizard challenge is out of the question, but maybe we could ace the thief challenge."[/b]