As Dame Belevant slaps the entry fee down on the table, causing the poor harrassed clerk to jump, and Andar makes his announcement, the overworked fellow starts to read off a few stipulations from the entry form.  He doesn't get very far before the overbearing woman all but tears the paper from his hands and completes it herself.  This takes her but a few moments...during which Andar's eye catches a few key provisions.<br/><br/>Hmm.<br/><br/>"Entrant must not use spells of any kind."<br/><br/>"Entrant must aver that he is not a half-man or any other kind of inhuman creature."<br/><br/>"Entrant absolves the esteemed and cherished Duke Orbal of all liability should the contest injure said contestant in any way, specifically including sickness or death due to poisonous food or tainted ingredients."<br/><br/>Having finished the form, Dame Belevant turns, smiles warmly (shudder!) at him, and says "Leave us repair to my estate so that you might rest for the morrow, when you shall no doubt leave all aghast with your gustatory capacity."<br/><br/>Ugnather approaches, rubbing his hands and grinning.<br/><br/>"Indeed.  Welcome to Her Excellency's service, young fellow.  This way..."<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>Having registered, Gariland gets most of the way back toward the inn before he is intercepted by his diminutive partner in crime.<br/><br/>"You're registered.  Good.  Come with me.  This shall take some time, but I will teach you the first three dishes for the contest.  We'll start with Pelgrane Liver Pate with Spiced Mungberries in Reduced Cream Sauce."