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Figuring she'd done enough food-related gaming for the time being, Etsali moved along until something very different caught her attention. Was that farmer yelling for people to...wrestle a snoutbeast? No way! She wandered over that way, watching as a kid rolled around in the mud in an attempt to grab hold of a smaller snoutbeast, and couldn't help but laugh. Which, of course, caught the yellowblood's attention just as well as his yelling had caught hers. The next loud 'GET IN HERE' was good enough for her, it actually looked kinda fun if messy.

"Alright, I'm in! Will you hold these for me?" Once she was sure her mooncakes and various vegetables were safe enough, the orangeblood adjusted her gloves and stepped into the mud, a grin spreading across her face. "Let's go!"

The cage swung open, the snoutbeast shuffled out, and the thief dove for it.


(D4: +25 seconds, progress to next table )

The beast was apparently more than ready for direct attacks and as she crashed into the mud outside its cage, Etsali reflected that this snoutbeast was probably already very experienced in dodging trolls. It wouldn't be much of a game if it made things easy, would it? Well, it was all well and good if it thought it was going to be sneaky, but it had another thing coming if it thought it could get away from a master thief! Quickly getting her feet back under her, Etsali kept her eyes on the prize, waited for the opportune moment, and finally lunged one more time.

Her hands closed around the snoutbeast and that was that. The farmer even seemed kind of impressed as she stepped out of the pen, muddy and victorious.

(D4: +25 seconds, progress to next table
D6: +15 seconds and CATCH THAT SNOUTBEAST!)

Chiara just gave the yellowblood a look. It was so small... how did it get tusks so large? The blueblood stared without remorse as the little troll explained about crops and bartering or whatever was happening. Chiara took her allotted goods, eyes still starring at the troll, when she heard a noise. Something was happening over by the snout-beast area. Chiara had not even ventured over there yet, but was soon racing over. An orangeblood had just conquered her beast, mud was everywhere. Chiara usually didn't pay other troll's accomplishments much mind, but that was admirable. "That was fantastic!" Chiara remarked as she slapped the orangeblood on the back. "Im just about to go up myself, have any advice for a friend?"

Eridia had never, ever, ever baked in her life before! She always payed someone to do the cooking in her hivehold. This was all new to her, and the highblood couldn't help but smile. Of course by being refined and sophisticated, she would be able to do this swiftly! Who needs experience when you are high up in the spectrum?

"I am positively suuuure this will be easy!" She said with a grin as she began making some treats. Eridia's mooncakes were surprisingly tender! She even added a fruity filling to make it even tastier. I... Never knew I was this good. She mused herself, thinking how amazing she was. It seemed like there was no way she could ruin thi-- Oh wait.

All her stamps were uneven....

Her breath deepened. Restraining herself from making a fuss in front of other, Eridia took her batch and looked at it. The mooncakes scent's filled her lungs.

"Well...." She said with a tint of disgust at her mistake and inhaled the fresh aroma. "....they seem well cooked."

Etsali had only just shoved her hard won tickets into a pocket and started the process of attempting to brush some of the mud off of herself when she became suddenly aware of another troll racing over. She didn't stop what she was doing, but she watched the blueblood approach from the corner of her eye and had a smile all ready to go once she realized the stranger had only come to congratulate her. She laughed, nodding.

"Thanks! And yeah sure, but a lot of it's just reflex. Hope you're good at that." She motioned Chiara over towards the fence around the pen and pointed over at the snoutbeast. "You just gotta remember he's ready for you. He's been doing this all night probably, you know? So try and go at him from the side or someway he's not expecting, and don't be afraid to get a little muddy!"

Engrav eyed the giant bubbling pot nervously. Other trolls kept putting food in it. Eat something anyone could have put anything in? That sounded risky. Suicidal, even. He did want those tickets, though. He checked through his pockets for something to add quickly. Random things he'd pocketed, but none of them seemed like anything you'd add to a soup.

He quickly pulled out and discarded a fish bone, some shiny metal discs, a piece of a circuit-board, and a couple of red wires. Finally, he pulled a little satchel out of his hoodie and sniffed it. Pepper? Something red and spicy. Engrav definitely didn't know a lot about cooking, but it would probably have to do.

He tossed the satchel into the pot, cloth and all, and the troll stirring the pot sniffed and gave him a huge grin and a few tickets.

Weird.

The night was clear, there were trolls bustling too and fro chittering with friends but mostly they were competing. This was just the kind of night that Azrael loved to watch. This was a night where observing trolls here and their would prove interesting. At that very moment he was watching as troll after troll went through the needle and hay game. Each had a different reaction and found different prizes. He recognized a handful of them too, one was Amonee another was Chiara. Azrael felt a sudden urge to play the game himself. What was the feeling? It was like a burning mixed with a feeling of-- actually, he couldn't place the feeling. But it was one that urged him to play the game with the rest. Finally he succumbed to the feeling, approached the hay according to the tealblood's shouts and took a handful of the yellow stuff.

Scarfettle let out a chirp as Azrael sifted through the hay and found nothing. Both troll and lusus seemed to share disappointment in the draw. "Better luck next time, eh Scarfettle?" The young blueblood said with a very gentle and ever so quiet laugh as he pet his disappointed lusus.