David
While Olwyn didn't visit the raceway all too often, his parents were hounding him to leave his study and workshop. The way his mother and father put it, it genuinely sounded as though they wanted grandkids by the time he got home, but he listened nevertheless. While there were of course special sections for nobility to find their seats, Olwyn much preferred to rest where the majority of everyone else did. The race for today sounded like quite a good one, as some of the best racers from across the world were coming here to compete. Taking a seat in one of the many stands on either side, Olwyn was alone for the time being. Other viewers and fans had come and taken their seat, but the crowd had not yet become aloud with shouts and cheers. Relaxing back, the young lord placed his arm up behind him and rest a leg over the other.

Looking over the various individuals that had sat themselves already, more and more sits had begun to fill. There were plenty open next to the young lord, and as he waited for the races to begin his eyes scanned for any young ladies his age. After all, his parents wanting nothing than Olwyn to find a wife, and while he had yet to inform them of his idea, he did in fact have his sights set on Khisfire, and Princess Nala. His main goal was to reform the kingdom and woo the princess, a rather political move indeed. Of course, Olwyn was a romantic at heart, and no amount of pushing from his parents would change that. If there was no spark between he and Princess Samir, he'd drop his pursuit.
Kathy
Dandy had decided to take a stop in the illustrious Findaran Capital city, and the first thing the chipper, bright-yellow Dragonborn had decided to do was stop by the famed race tracks, and catch the spectacle that was to come from competition. Dressed in his usual suit and hat, the butler seemed a bit out of place among the common folk in the stands, but that was of no concern. He scouted the stands for an opening in the quickly filling seats, and spotted an opening next to a kindly looking blonde gentleman. So, with a few strides of his slender frame, he made his way to the chair, and politely removed his hat, resting it against his chest to speak to the fellow.
 
"Greetings good sir. Apologies if I'm intruding..." He stated humbly as he took a seat next to the man. Placing his hat firmly back on his skull. "...But I've never been to a horse race before, and you seemed a lovely fellow to chat up during the experience, if you don't mind the company."

He only offered a brief look over to the man before resting his eyes back on the track. The size of the crowd was what had him the most captivated. The only horse races he'd seen were spectated by a dozen folk at best, but this was a fair bit more than that.
David
"Good afternoon." Olwyn replied when a voice resonated in his ear. Peering over, he was surprised to see a dragonborn taking a seat alongside him. While the race didn't bother the young lord, the surprised look was more of simply never having met one before. They were quite a legendary group of individuals all things considered, having been created by dragons themselves oh so long ago. "Ah, never been? They're quite the spectacle. Some of the best riders across Lucidien are here today. I, of course, am routing for the master herself Lady Phinara Heilen, rider of one of the fastest beasts across the world, Song of Songs. I hear there's actually a dragonborn rider present as well, however."

Taking in the dragonborn's outfit and way he carried himself, Olwyn knew he just had to be a lord or noble of some kind. Curious, Olwyn turned his head to look at the dragonborn, offering a kind look as he did so. "What house do you hail from? I'm Lord Olwyn Duke Vessalius IV of House Vessalius here in the capital."

While it would of course turn out Olwyn would be wrong about the dragonborn being a noble, there was plenty reason for the young lord to think so. While dragonborn were everywhere, they were also treated rather poorly for their past. Many people choose to forget the dragonborn were created to fight against Lucidien for the dragons, but not of their own volition. Its why many rose up against the dragons, something Olwyn always respected about them. The seats around the race track filled up soon enough, and the cacophony of conversation grew as all waited for the race to begin. They wouldn't need to raise their voices just yet, but it'd get loud soon enough.
Kathy
Dandy cocked his head out toward the track. Scanning for the horses and riders. "A Dragonborn, you say? I certainly hope they perform well then." Upon closer look, the beasts they rode seemed very well maintained. Indeed, this was a competition of some import he was going to be privy to. However, his eyes were drawn from the track when he was asked what house he hailed from. Chuckling slightly as he looked the man straight on with a smile.

"Well, I certainly appreciate such a compliment, sir! Allow me to say I'm humbled to be in your presence, Lord Olwyn; but I'm afraid I'm nothing more than commonfolk these days. My name is Dendelonius Erin Ludwig Von Ratte, and I used to be a butler and bodyguard for the Ratte family in my home kingdom of Alynthi, in the capital. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

The swelling excitement of the crowd around him was most definitely a new experience. He had not really spent much time in his life bearing witness to sports of any kind, and so such environments were always exciting to hear witness to. The sheer energy of the folk around him seemed more entertaining than the show itself so far.