Devaguea looked at Sydon with a flat stare, before sighing. "I am doomed."<br/><br/>The dragon looked down at the man in charge of rules, before sighing, being very careful to NOT exhale more than heated air. "So none of my tauric races can compete in what is possibly one of their most cherished and sacred combat techniques and sports. Why, EXACTLY are tauric races not allowed? Not what the rules say, explicitly explain it to me, please. If I am going to get verbally savaged by my best cavalry, I would at least like to have a defense better than 'not my rule, not the face.'"<br/><br/>He waited for the explanation, well aware they were drawing a crowd, and once the man had finished, he snorted, before shaking his head. "And how does being a tauric make them more effective than a well trained and equipped humanoid? A decent saddle makes being dismounted exceptionally harder for a humanoid compared to being knocked over by a tauric. Blows to the rider do not effect the mount, making the mount collapsing less a risk in an honorable joust, a risk that taurics must compensate for. And a rider can brace their shield and lance against the mount should they need to, something a tauric can't. So please, explain the rule is 'must be mounted,' instead of 'can not use polymorph magics?'"<br/><br/>Another pause, before he very deliberately stepped to the side, allowing for others to continue registering for events. "I understand your job is to merely enforce the rules. But now you have someone, politely mind, requesting someone explain the reasoning behind them and possibly modify them. So how about you send a runner to someone that can do that, and I will calmly wait for them?"<br/><br/>Diplomacy 34 (+20)