<div class="floatright">(http://orig04.deviantart.net/3b0f/f/2009/228/5/5/redhead_by_keileena.jpg)</div>It's really no wonder that the audience was less interested in cheering Riset than either of the Delvers.  After all, the Delvers were showing all kinds of wonderful, mud-plastered skin.  The redhead announcer watches Riset being carried off and then turns to Nuria with a brief chuckle, "Well, I'm glad she got her prize in any case!  We'll get it to her, there's no hurry.  It's up at the main building anyway."  He briefly attempts to make eye contact with Nuria, but this quickly stops happening, looking up and down the tanned woman with unstoppable appreciation.  Something clicks in his mind reminding him of the fact that Nuria is likely rather dangerous, and he gets his eyes back up, dropping them again to her naked body and hesitating through his speech.  "So, second place wins free, uh,  drinks through the rest of Freeromp, all three days of it, just like third.  Also, uh, we're giving away, uh, a night in the King's suite with, uh, a little gift basket whenever uh, you should wish for it..  We, uh, know you and, uh, no need for a bracelet or, uh, anything," he goes on as he straightens himself out a bit.  Each 'uh' comes with a dipping of his eyes to her body, clearly attempting to fight it but struggling to do so.<br/><br/>At this point, the crowd has begun to disperse a bit, many going back inside, a couple going down to help out the gnome who still hasn't reached the bottom.  At about this time, the draconian finally arrives having abandoned his shell up the hill where it was stuck.  Trudging through the mud, the big fellow nods to bows slightly to Nuria and puffs out a bit of smoke from his nostrils, "Well played, Delver," he bellows out as he turns his head to the side to regard her, looking down from his impressive height, possibly similar to Phelypsis's even.  "You went quite quickly down this hill and have a clear affinity for fire, so of course I felt I had to introduce myself.  I am Seeker Narkax Flamebeard of the Third Order."  The draconian has a big, lizardy grin on his face, his scales a burnished red that far outstripes the dull blue robes he wears.  "Should you wish to discuss the ways of the flame, I would make myself very much at your disposal."  He tilts his head a bit more, possibly giving her a nod of approval, or maybe just giving her a once over of appreciation.  After making his introductions, he stays awkwardly nearby for a moment and then excuses himself, unless Nuria begins to speak with him.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/12/17/a5121791078186cc5742da0bb14ba15e.jpg)</div>Inside the bar another contest is beginning to be put underway.  "Laaaaaaadies and geeeentlemeeeeeen!" comes the shout from Ayca, swinging around from the bar in an expert fashion before walking into the center of the room, both arms held up in a grand gesture, "Ooour next contest is a very interesting one!  A drinking contest!  Buuuut not just any drinking contest!"  She hops up onto a table as two thickly muscled bouncers carry it behind her, already set up with an odd assortment of beakers, tubes, and placemats, "For THIS contest, we have a very special liquor that releases more alcohol the more it bubbles!  So, gentle patrons, in this contest you'll be drinking your booze like so," she demonstrates by picking up a tube, placing it between her full lips, and beginning to suck, then stops to finish her explanation, "While simultaneously pumping a lever to your right and left..."  She places a hand on each of the levers and gives them each a couple of pulls, burning a little flame underneath the glasses of the liquor to her left and right, "To make more bubbles to get your opponent drunk faster!  I know, I know, that lovely piece-of-ass who raced down the hill has an advantage, she can play with fire, but the rules will be sticking with the levers.  Although, you CAN work the levers however you'd like!  Anyone who'd like to play, please see me!"<br/><br/>With that, she hops off of the table and begins to move around, checking on things as she goes and humming softly to herself.  The crowd from outside has begun to file in, many racers making boastful claims and quite a few people talking about the lovely sights they saw during the race itself.  The sexual energy in the room is high, between Phelypsis's bare bouncing breasts and Nuria letting it all fly free, the guests coming in are giving off all kinds of feelings for Sydney to pick up.