"Come with me, then!" Sydon said, enthusiastically. "You're better at getting people to actually believe what you say, anyway. I am sure that, between your words and my good looks, we ought to be able to convince them of anything!" he said, with a big grin.<br/><br/>When he registered for the games, he'd be asked how each contender wished to be announced, at the start of each event. When they get to the jousting, though, his brow furrows, and he begins thumbing through a tattered book kept in a drawer, making noises of disapproval as he read. "I'm sorry," he said, after a few minutes. "The rules specifically state that the competitor must be mounted<em>on</em>a horse. We, unfortunately, had to add that rule after a particularly enterprising individual attempted to compete while... let me see, ahh, yes, 'while transformed into a sentient cloud'. I'm sorry, you will need to choose another competitor."