Devaguea smirked, before shaking his head. "That would have gotten you disqualified. 'Contestants can not damage the logs with anything but the weapons provided.' But the boots would be a good idea. Combine that with the cyclops helm, and you could easily have gotten seven, possibly eight if you had hit the logs just right."<br/><br/>The next day, Tina gracefully took the stage, and had the audience spellbound before the first third of her story was done. She boasted of finding hints of an ancient dragon in a library, and left to find it. She travelled through swamp and mountain, avoiding threats that would kill through sheer vicious cruelty alone, nevermind if they actually found her. She delved into his lair, gracefully avoiding the most fiendish of traps, the most diabolical of snares, and found him resting on a bed of gold, so many and deep she had no idea how much the dragon owned.<br/><br/>She spoke of its darting movements, how a single flick of a wing shattering a fifteen foot thick pillar like a child would snap a twig, drawing terrified gasps from the crowd. Its eyes burned the stone when it focused on them, its claws sunk into the hardened mountain stone like it was water, and its voice could steal a soul away from the unwary. But she had remained strong and steadfast, though, and had bluffed and cajoled the great wyrm, promising a song that could soothe even his fury. And the wyrm had laughed, before agreeing to wait until her song had ended before eating her.<br/><br/>And she had done it, using subtle magics and a carefully chosen song to lull the massive wyrm to sleep, before selecting several choice bits of the hoard, and leaving with a hoard fit for a king before returning to civilization to warn her liege of where the ancient threat still rested. Tina then bowed, a long, languid bow that showed off her phenomenal body control, before thanking the crowd and stepping off the stage. She gave the Pitax bard a small smile, and wished her luck, before joining her lord at his booth, where he was deep in thought, before asking her, loudly enough for those nearby to hear, "And what did you take from my hoard when you stopped my rage?"<br/><br/>Her laughter was like liquid crystal, before she simply patted his snout, and turned to watch the next performance. That night, after spending the day chatting with the three competitors that had gone, he offered to send the two brought specifically for the tournament back home. With their three wins, they were at nine points, and the next closest competitor having, at most, two points, they had again won the Rushlight Tournament even if they didn't bother to compete in the Midnight Joust. Kesten, of course, was all for staying and competing, having heard the rumors of the nation being a Brevoy patsy and not being happy about it.<br/><br/>Bluff, Intim, Diplo: Autopass<br/>Preform: Oratory 49 (+30)