After proclaiming the winners, the redheaded announcer offers a big grin to Phelypsis and gives her a hearty pat on the back, "Well played!  Some fantastic racing there!"  As she turns to walk off and claim her prize, his brow raises and he says to Nuria, "Umm... That wasn't... That wasn't the prize.  Is she...  Okay."  Clearly he has seen that he is far, far out of his depth in terms of preventing her from capturing a guardsman.<br/><br/>Riset is still slightly dazed as he begins picking straw out of his hair and clothing.  As Phelypsis draws closer, he offers an open smile and says, "Alright, you won fair.  Give me a minute to-"  This is cut off by her taking hold of him and throwing him over her shoulder.  The guard, not a small man certainly, was clearly not expecting this and isn't sure how to react.  There is an initial moment of flailing protest where he insists, "I can walk!" but after a moment or two he allows himself this fate, dangling over her shoulder.<br/><br/>Inside the bar, Riset does his very best to hide his face as he is carried around, even considering pretending to be unconscious because that would somehow be less humiliating.  Upon seeing him being carried in, Ayca calls out to Phelypsis, "Looks like he needs to lie down.  Far as I know, the Delvers Hall is empty or you could take him out the stable!  Actual rented rooms more or less filled up before today unless... No, he hasn't taken out a room."