[i]Stand back and observe.[/i]

The display of the beast so easily defeating the first contender put Kyik'thai a little bit on edge - magic was clearly a part of the test as well, and she didn't know much about it, although she could see the lingering heat and disturbed air of the trap rune all the way from where she stood in the back of the crowd. The familiar hadn't put forth anything even vaguely resembling effort in its first match. Curiosity pulled at her, and she felt the ghost of an urge to enter the challenge immediately, now aware that there was slightly more to it than it had seemed.

Satisfying her curiosity wasn't worth the (admittedly minimal) risk yet, though. She would wait for some others to go as well. Perhaps trying to meet someone and hear their thoughts would be a good idea as well, though the thought of trying to [i]talk to[/i] somebody was a bit intimidating, after her verbal slipup at the initial sign-in. It would have to be someone relatively non-threatening.

Kyik'thai scanned the crowd. The enormous Etlock and the Elf seemed as though they would pass the physical test easily, but she wasn't certain if she felt up to the task of greeting an enormous brute. Then again, though, if she wanted to guarantee her success, she needed a variety of perspectives on her side. A short judgment on the worth of information vs. the value of dignity later, and she was shoving her way through the significantly thinner crowd towards [color=f7941d]Grol[/color] and [color=9900ff]Amalay[/color]...

...only to very trip over what was quite possibly the smallest grown person she had ever seen (or rather, in this case, failed to see). The thought that a person could be anything under 4'10" had never occurred to her, and [color=39b54a]Jameson Privy[/color] was almost a full foot beneath that. Her powers of observation had failed miserably in the blazing light of day, amidst the noise of the event, and it certainly didn't help that she was nearly twice his height. At least the mountain of mismatched cloaks and coats softened the impact.

[color=8882be]"[i]Kvecht[/i]! Sorry, sorry! I saw you not!"[/color]

She extended her long-fingered, nearly skeletal hand to the dwarf in apology, ears lying flat backwards as though she were a cat being admonished by its owner.