[h3][center][color=ed1c24]Vară Riemsianne[/color][/center][/h3]

[@PaulHaynek] [@Silver Carrot] [@13org] [@Lmpkio]

[color=ed1c24]"Greetings peasant, I am the current heiress to the Riemsianne hou-"[/color]

Before the fire demon even finished her sentence, her nose was filled with the delicious scent of food in the air. Completely ignoring Gina's inquiry of the given situation, she quickly made her way to various booths. [color=ed1c24]"Hail there! I'll take this, and that one, and three of these!"[/color] She had several plates filled to the brim with pastries and sweets. Vară then began to grab every spice condiment she could put her hands on; her plates was soon drench with some much spice that even just a whiff of it could send one's nostrils ablaze.

Vară sat in the seat nearest to her, which coincidentally was right beside Titanica, and began stuffing her face full of the assortment of confectioneries and dessert items stacked on her plates. One would be surprised how much a little thing like Vară could fit into her modest frame, indeed she even gave the dragon lady a run for her money (or lizard lady, Vară still wasn't sure at this point...)

Before anyone even realized, Vară had already finished four plates of sweets in one sitting. She didn't show signs of stopping, either.

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[h3][center][color=6ecff6]Nagare[/color][/center][/h3]

[@PaulHaynek] [@Restalaan] 

It seemed like her and Ditzy's efforts began to payoff somewhat, Lord Saburo seemed to be interested in meeting Freyr. Nagare watched as Ditzy showed him a sandbag that his father made for him. The ice dragon was a little interested herself, knowing probably even less about hobgoblin culture than human's. Her innate lust for valuable items wasn't set off much by the sandbag, but she could at least tell there was alot of effort put into its crafting. 

[color=6ecff6]"Ah yes! Mr. Freyr is the name of the fellow arrow enthusiast and is also participating in the tournament. Rest assured, you won't be disappointment after you see the craftsmanship of his people! Not to mention his archery skills, why I dare say he could very well win the entire competition! Um...not to say that his skills surpass yours in any way, milord."[/color]

Nagare still had to watch herself carefully, she had to keep his interest while not annoying or disrespecting him in anyway. Looking at his weapon, she could tell he took his pride very seriously, perhaps a little too much..?

[color=6ecff6]"What say you, Lord Saburo? Would you care to meet Mr. Freyr, maybe during a short intermission in the competition?"[/color]