Unfortunately for Gariland, old Eloplaster (who seems to be in a truly, truly rotten mood this morning for some strange reason) docks him several points for a variety of sumptuary violations.  He even continues his litany of offenses until the Duke Himself, in person, whispers to a guard...who then timidly approaches the raving man and whispers in his ear.<br/><br/>At once, Eloplaster quiets himself.<br/><br/>"But," he concludes his diatribe sourly, "His Grace wishes that your score shall at the very least remain positive, as he takes an interest in the fine gustatory presentations you set before him for his pleasure.  No further deductions.  For now."<br/><br/>And he goes on to grumble at the next, and the next...except poor Pusamus, who needs no help in doing poorly today.  His beginner's luck has abandoned him, and unless everything he prepared has 'flambe' after its title, he is well and truly buggered by the proverbial hedgehog.<br/><br/>Thus the standings at the end of the second round are as follows:<br/>Gariland, the deductions of the crotchety Eloplaster notwithstanding, is clearly the current favorite.  (And Vulan can scarcely contain his excitement at THAT thought!)<br/>Gnar the Repeater is making up for lost time.<br/>Erzal Droze and Lipfina are neck and neck for third, and the tension between them could be cut with an erb spear!<br/>And, of course, poor Pusamus is Dead Last.<br/><br/>Thus it is to this fine arena that Andar may approach, as he wishes, to commence the second round of the Eating Competion!<br/><br/>In spite of an evening of horrible stomach cramps and acid reflux, Belevant's Champion is in fine form today.  Ugnather even drapes a colorful cloak over his shoulders as they emerge into the sunlight and enter the ring to loud acclaim.  Even the Duke applauds (if a bit stiffly).<br/><br/>