The Poetry Contest was currently being run by a tabaxi woman resting in the branches of a lone tree near the west edge of the camp. When the water genasi approached the tree, the tabaxi stirred, looked down from her perch, and smiled when she saw someone had come to match rhymes with her. "A new challenger approaches! Hail and well met!" The tabaxi exclaimed in greeting as she sat up and looked down at the water genasi. "How much, might I ask, are you going to bet? The coin that you wager I shall match with the same. And it all shall then go to who triumphs in this game."