“Terrific. I will pencil you in as a five, though that will of course impact your scoring…” The official did not elaborate further.

“I’ll need a quarter million Veruhn from each of you to enter the competition.” This equated to about half a day’s wages for a dockhand, so not cheap. “Current first prize is twenty five million Veruhn.”

“Eesh, steep.” Light muttered, before sending his share to Senjen. He also wasn’t feeling optimistic about winning.

“Is outside custom growing media allowed?” Ruknar asked, pulling a small bag of red soil from her red knapsack and dangling it in the other Tekeri’s face. He examined it closely, before making a small rip in the side and tasting some from the material that came out onto his talon.

“I’ll allow it, but I’ll have to charge you for repurifying the patches afterwards.”

“With any luck, I can do that out of our winnings.” The official merely chuckled and tapped his holopad.

“Best of luck. I'll send Pclendafuun your way if i can find him, then I’ll call you up when its your turn - feel free to mingle until then. Do you have a team name?”