David
*Cretan was rewarded a purse of 48 silver, four times the usual reward for the pie eating competition, and escorted of the stage with a round of applause. He'd be free to move around Auctobalfest with many happily recognizing him as 'Four Pies.'*

*The spiced ale drinking competition was next up, with around twenty or so contestants. The goal was to drink two mugs of spiced ale first, and all without spilling a drop. The second rule was primarily to avoid repeat contestants, though made sure there was a degree of skill necessary. Zara would be free to join at her leisure, with the reward being a keg of the spiced ale, sized proportionally to the winner.*
Stanley
*Being recognized as 'Four Pies' was fine for Cretan and he's even proud of it, but being escorted off the stage with a round of applause kinda made him shy since he hasn't been given such respect. He didn't know such little things could make a big difference, especially accidentally eating more than what was anticipated, but Cretan sure did enjoy it. He also received a purse of 48 silver which was quite a lot, probably because it's four times the amount, and that much silver could feed him for days and even maybe save some for the future. The Four Pies would put the purse in his sack containing 3 silver located hanging on the side of his loincloth, after that he was ready to go to find somewhere to eat, but when he heard that there was another contest he would go and see who was going to win it due to his curiosity. The large white brayer or now commonly known as Four Pies would walk towards the Spiced Ale drinking competition with his hooves leaving footprints on the ground, he would join the crowd standing taller than most, some people would recognize nice him and would compliment him which he gladly appreciated replying to them.*

*Ehh... Zara would rather buy and drink in her own time rather than competitively... Publicly. Besides, she didn't want to risk getting ill drinking three bottles faster than anyone else.
Though she was open to betting if anybody else was up for it.*
David
*The betting circle for the spiced ale contest would be large, taking bids up to 100 copper. The three leaders, all yielding two to one odds, were a trio of Mogash, popular faces in the city apparently. They were called One, Two, and Three, in respect in the number of tusks they had. Three had what seemed like a genetic mutation, with a risk coming out of the middle of his lower jaw. Who it came down to would very likely be luck, but some citizens insisted that Three had a secret technique.*

*For those not betting, there were just men and women cheering on whichever contestant they knew best while eating slice of lamb roast and drinking their mead slowly, just happy to take part in the festivities.*
Stanley
*100 Copper was this time's. Zara bet the full amount, on a random contestant this time. She was confident 'Four Pies' would win again, but didn't want to keep betting on him. Gonna let someone else who bets on him win a few coins.
That being said, Zara would proceed to watch the contest.*
Joseph
The smell of roasted lamb, mead, and sweet filled his nose, making his mouth water. It drawn him closer to what seems to be on going contest. Food eating contest. Oh this is going to be fun to watch! Who gets to vomit first! Or get sick cause to full and give up! Perhaps he'll bet some coppers into it. His ears perked up and his tail twitching in excitement, he had the most dumbest smile on his face. Well finding an available spot to sit down was tough but he manage to find an empty seat.
David
*There'd be a slight delay in the game, something about a few kids in costumes trying to pass as adult contestants, so the watchers would have time to talk amongst themselves while the people running the competition looked for more contestants. Slices of meat pie were being passed out as well. A few previous contestants began singing songs about Auctobalfest, heartily and a bit off-key. It was one of those songs that was easy to learn and, more importantly, easy to mumble along to.*
Stanley
*Hah. Underaged kids trying to get into the competition. Not surprising, really. Maybe they got dared, maybe they wanted to drink to 'try it', who knows.
Well while there was a gap, Zara would turn her attention elsewhere. Meat pie being distributed, and people started singing. Zara went for some pie herself. Been a while since she's had food like that before. Normally she travels a lot so she hunts game and cooks it over a fire to eat. Plain meat doesn't have any flavour, but it's still food at least. She was excited to eat something that had actual flavour.*

*When Cretan heard that there was a delay it didn't surprise him since last year's Auctobalfest also had the same probablem with teens getting in outfits to look like adults. The Large brayer would gladly accept some pie while still in the crowd, it was actually good. While waiting there for the contest to start He would start to eat the pie piece by piece to enjoy its texture and flavor, after that he'd look at the contestants and one of them seemed off with a mutated tusk, but everyone's different so he can't judge him, but in the process the bull did notice some short contestants that seemed more odd than usual, he has an suspicious feeling about this. His face still seemed normal with the same expression, but he was actually paying attention.*
David
*The competition would begin, and the Mogash started to drink greedily. One and Two were pouring the spiced ale straight down their throats, drinking it faster than any other. Three, however, grabbed both the mugs and stuck them between his tusks. They stayed there, and the Mogash leaned his head back, effortlessly drinking both mugs at once. He barely finished before his two friends, being the first to empty their mugs. However, every single Mogash spilled, along with nearly every other contestant. It turned out that trying to chug the drinks was not the way to win. Instead, it was a rather petite Dark Elf that successfully drank both mugs without spilling, doing so with a smirk. She received the coin purse, and all the contestants applauded for her.*

*With no event planned at the table afterwards, citizens were free to mingle amongst themselves.*
Joseph
His tail twitches behind him, look at all those pies! They look so delicious! His tail practically wagged for a feline beastkin. He loves food, this festival is the best. Basically almost free food. He gotten himself two pies and eats it. Getting some crumbs onto his hands and cheeks a little. He notice there was some lack of contestant. Maybe he should enter? No, he probably shouldn't. He may be physically and mentally mature since 6 years old. His appearance look deceiving, looking younger, almost child like. When he watched the drinking competition... Damn that one guy scarfed it down but spilled a bit! What a messy drinker and a waste! That dark elf though! Not even a drop! Whoa! He claps for the dark elf and eats more pie.
Stanley
*As the Competition began, Cretan awould cheer with the crowd* **Mooing** *In the process, cheering for the mogash with the large tusks raising his large arms, but something caught his eye, he noticed that the two mogash spilled their drinks and then not far away from the mogash trios, there was a dark elf with two empty mugs, her body seemed different from the other contestants but she somehow beat them. His jaw would slightly drop since he can't even drink anything without spilling and mogash are known to be quite the drinkers but a dark elf outmatched them in their own game, after that The bull would applause with the crowd in a little bit of shock that he still can't believe that the mogash were beat by a small and slender dark elf. After the competition the large white brayer would turn around to walk away and maybe find the Ideal place to eat.*

*Zara was surprised to see that the woman won out over the rest of the contenders. Congratulations to her. Slow and steady wins the race, it would seem.
She'd take a bite out of her pie. Good food, a very welcome change from unseasoned meat. Actually, one of the best pies she'd had. A combination of the festivities, with the chefs skill most likely.
Now what should she do? Zara looked around herself, a 360 degree field of vision at a 30-foot (10 metre) range. Blindfolds didn't mean she was blind; they were more to help focus her Sixth Sense, by relying more on the magical ability than eyesights. As a bonus, her other senses are a little better... Which was probably another factor that made the meat pie taste so good.*
Joseph
It seems the party is over, contest no more. That's quite a bummer. He leaped off his chair and bounds away, not before snatching some pieces of pie of the table when no one looking. At least as he thinks so as he heard shouting behind him. He squeaks in response and flees away as he stuffed the pie into his mouth. Racing right past Cretan as he rather not get caught for snatching people pie from their table.
Stanley
*As the white bull was scoping out the area for a nice place to eat while walking slowly, he would not noticed someone was heading his way until that someone passed by in quite the speed. He was fast and agile but Cretan has no time for that due to him not wanting to waste time trying to chase a speeding person, since he wasn't the fastest and it would prove illogical if he tried, but he did notice that this person did something that made the people upset since they were chasing him. He'll probably get banned from Auctobalfest because of this, which is non of Cretan's business. Instead, the bull would get grabbed by the smell of a Certain food, the scent was strong and his body just moved on its own walking towards the direction of the smell. He knew that smell and it was one of his favorite foods, he actually planned to go to a local place but this is just too seducing. Cretan's Body Followed the Direction while his mind was eating the Imaginary food, he would then snap out when he gets asked what he wants to Order, and he Orders the Current food being cooked, after that he would take a seat on a stool which was too tiny for him but was strong enough to support his weight.*

*Zara enjoyed her time here. Watching the contestants make fools of themselves for money, the sights, sounds, and smells... It was all pretty nice, everything that was and was not listed.
Though with nothing else to do, Zara decided to take her leave. She'd have finished her pie and left the plate - disposed of it if it was disposable, or return it to the kitchen if it wasn't - and then prepare to go elsewhere. As much as she considered working less while she was here, she'd decided she'll take a break later.
Now it was time to find work, if there was any on Auctobal.*
__Zara departs from the scene.__