"Wine does tend to make the ground do that..." Yvan comments with a rare smile, adjusting his arm around Kasha for better support. "But a snack does sound nice... Do they have grilled eel here?" He questions to Vastra. "... Maybe something sugary for her." He gestures to the drunken druid. "Or bread and water."

"If you like pina coladaaaas..." Kasha begins singing to herself, leaning on Yvan happily. "..and getting caught in the raaain."

Stella smiles as she and Rinn stroll through town, savoring the various smells. "Well, Rinn, what are you in the mood for?" Having finished his lunch, Obsidian sits on her shoulder pad, eyeing the surrounding festivities with a mixture of excitement at all the new sounds and smells and trepidation that this many big people are running around doing strange things.

Furlong: You try and do some scouting and you're able to find a match where Vanity has taken on a challenger. You see the young Tiefling and his entourage exit a tent near the ring, wearing an ostentatious robe that he dramatically removes upon entering the ring. Most of the crowd chants his name with fondness, and he stretches his arms out and throws them up, calling for the chanting to get louder. He points towards a woman in the crowd and winks. She swoons. His challenger enters to much less fanfare and waits in his corner for Vanity to finish so that the match can begin. The referee gives a quick run-through of the rules before the match begins. "No weapons, no magic, no biting, and no killing. Let's keep this a clean show. If you beat Vanity, you get 150 gold. Begin!" At the start of the match, Vanity stands back, arms outstretched, inviting his challenger to make the first blow. The challenger runs up to Vanity and makes a punch towards the Tiefling's face. It's telegraphed however, and Vanity is easily able to dodge it, smirking the entire time. He responds with a pair of punches before jumping up to deliver a spinning kick, all of which connect with the challenger that had left himself wide open with that attack rush. He staggers back and makes another pair of desperate swings that Vanity is easily able to deflect before knocking him out with another leaping spin-kick. Vanity bathes in the cheers that the crowd gives him while a cleric patches up the unconscious challenger. "Undefeated and untouched after eight matches!" The Tiefling shouts. "Perhaps they should give out the award money to whoever can lay a hand on me!"

Kasha, Vastra, and Yvan: "I saw a fish vendor here, I bet they serve what you're looking for, Yvan. And we can get something sweet for Kasha, as well. You all head back to the vendors, with Kasha singing and stumbling all the way, but with Yvan serving as a support, she doesn't fall down on the way. Sure enough, the fish vendors have some grilled eel. (2gp per eel) Kasha, you're able to sniff out a vendor selling these tubes of fried dough containing a sweet cream. Some of them have little chocolate chips inside, while others have fried nuts or rainbow sprinkles. They all smell very sweet. (2gp per cannoli) While you wait, Vastra goes to another vendor and purchases a stick with some small sausages and blocks of cheese running through it. 

"AAUUUuuuu...." Kasha gasped. "Look at THOSE. Yummie!"

Trying to shake the dizziness, as Kasha didn't drink wine that often, she dug into her pocket and pulled out.. "Do you change for a button? Oh, no no. Sorry. Wait, that's not currency. Not here at least."

She dug around some more. "Ah! TA DA!!" she sung dramatically, busting out the gold in a triumphant manner. "Here you go, my kind sir and/or ma'am. One of..those. Please. Thank you!" she lazily turned to Yvan.

"Do you want one? I'll buy you one! Not with my button, though. HKhkhh!" she snorted nasally.

Rinn smiles as he admires his new mithral shirt, "Your choice, my dear. Well, as long as it includes a bit of wine. I think we are long overdue for a good drink, no?" He looks about trying to spot any of the others. "I think we've some time before finding the others...and I've yet to hear a guard's horn so perhaps, for once, none of us has incited a panic," he adds with a chuckle.

Perception for looking for others: 17

Yvan was very much content when he purchases two grilled eels from the vendor. Eels were a rare delicacy in his tribe, and he would consider them a favorite treat of his as he grew up. He joins back up with Kasha who had purchased herself a sweet treat (without falling on her face), and when she offered to buy him one, he politely declined. "Maybe Vastra would like one..." He considers, then offers the druid a taste of the eel he had left untouched. "Would you like to try?"

Stella laughs. "Yes, it seems like they've managed to stay out of trouble...so far." She smiles and heads for one of the taverns. "I suspect we can find some good wine here to go with a delicious lunch."

Bad as things went, Barnabus laughs it off later. Even if it not exactly planned, at least Alys got something out of it! Pausing mid-test of his newly purchased pan flute, he grins, and casually offers up his skin. "Here ya go. To tide ya over fer now at least." Handing it over, he starts again to play, only to catch himself once more. "Hmm... S'pose its time to catch with the others though. If either Kasha or Rinn haven't 'stumbled' on them yet, it won't be long now 'fore they find the best places for the good stuff." He pantomimes tipping back a mug and then heartily chuckles to himself.

"Shall I continue to escort you, my mistress? Or shall we part here for now? For though there are many things to enjoy, I fear I must insist upon finding what the 'job market' is like here. Least we find ourselves destitute before long!" He says in Furlong's voice, accompany his words with the little left over fancifulness from his days as a butler before ending this with a dramatic sigh. "Or might you have better ideas? Perhaps... put on a display to 'sell' our outfit? Like with the competitions! Ooohhh -- I wonder if someone has already tried their hand! We should go now!" His voice his own again as he went to grab Alys' free hand. 

Pan Flute Imagery:

Rinn and Stella: Stella is easily able to find a tavern, but Rinn as you follow her, you hear the voice of a drunk female singing "If you like pina coladaaaas. And getting caught in the raaain." You turn your head, and sure enough you spot Kasha, Vastra, and Yvan ordering food from some nearby vendors. They have not spotted the two of you yet, as they mainly seem preoccupied with getting themselves food and keeping Kasha upright.

"Oh, no thanks, but Vastra, I'll *HIC* buy you one, if you'd like?" she suggested, bouncing her eyebrows up and down. "I know you have a sweeeeeeet tooooooth." she sang.

"I would like one. Thank you for treating, Kasha."

After polishing off her second helping, Alys would happily take a swig or two of the Half-Orc's waterskin. "Thank you!" She'd dab her mouth with her sleeve while she paused with him to enjoy the sound of his new pan flute. After his test though, she'd make sure to return his skin.

Alys couldn't help but chuckle along with Barnabus. "I have been wondering about our options. You're right though, we should get going." She'd scan the crowd for any one familiar to her, fully expecting to spot their tallest companion first. "Oh! I think I see Yvan over there by the Eel vendor with Kasha and the others!" Her free hand would meet his as she skips ahead, tugging him along in their direction.

"Oh, ho, my pleasure." Kasha says, handing one to Vastra, and then biting into the dessert. She rolled her eyes in absolutely pleasure. "Oh sweet forest Gods, this is delicious."

"Mayhaps the time has come to teach this lad some humility." Furlong mumbles to himself under his breath before seeking out how and where to register as Vanity's next challenger. If he has time before the fight, he will seek out the cheapest point of ale he can find a take it down--getting back in the proper mindset.

Alys and Barnabas: The two of you approach Kasha, Vastra, and Yvan. Kasha and Vastra are eating cannolis and Yvan is enjoying some grilled eel. You can also see that Kasha is very drunk, as she is leaning on Yvan for support, has a cartoonishly large smile on her face, and a difficulty focusing on anything.

Kasha, Vastra, Yvan: Alys and Barnabas approach the three of you while you're eating your treats. Vastra raises a hand and waves, as her mouth is full.

Furlong: There are multiple vendors selling ale, as this is a sporting event after all. The cheapest one will sell you a pint for 1gp. You ask around to try and figure out how you can challenge Vanity and one person in the audience just points at him and tells you to walk right up and say that you think he's too big for his britches.

Furlong downs his pint swiftly. Then he cracks his neck, and heads towards Vanity.

"Um, excuse me good sir, but are you still accepting challenges? It's been a while since I've had a good tussle. I think I heard you say 150 gold for anyone that can touch you?"

"Hey!" Alys would lift her hand in a boisterous greeting, still holding the sticks to share in one hand and tugging Barnabus along with the other. "Ouu! What goodies have you all found?" She'd call out while approaching the others. Alys felt literally like a kid in a candy store and was having a difficult time containing her excitement. Her eyes were so wide trying to take everything in, they were almost the size of her lenses. There was just so much to try, so much to see, so much to do, so much to write down!

"Yvan, B said you like spicey. I saved you some!" Alys would reach out the meat, vegetable and fruit sticks as far as her reach would allow her, up towards Yvan before offering the rest to the others.

Yvan gives a wave as well to the approaching half-orc and elf, contently chewing on his almost finished eel on a stick. It didn’t taste much like the grilled eel he had back home, but it was good in its own way. He just finished one of the eels when Alys has offered him the various sticks, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips at how cute she looked stretching up to him. He took one of the fruit snacks with a thank you. “Would you like to try..?” He gestures to his eel on a stick.

Furlong: "I did and I'll fight you, but come on, I don't want to beat up someone's grandfather! You might have a heart attack trying to keep up with me!" A decent part of the crowd laughs, clearly finding humor in the old man challenging a champion that's decades younger than him. "But if you really want to do this, I'm going to go back in my tent to clean up and get a little breather from that last fight, and then we can go. Sound fair to you?"