<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/12/17/a5121791078186cc5742da0bb14ba15e.jpg)</div>The bar is quite abuzz with movement from various people.  Ayca Alfzer, the barkeeps lovely redheaded niece, is by the window with the rest of the onlookers who decided that going outside was too risky a proposition for the clothing they are wearing, after all, most of the revelers are in their best.  A wild cheer comes from some of them and money begins changing hands, various bets being paid forward (though not the most interesting bet yet) as the bar once more goes back into action.  Sydney perhaps chose a poor time to come down the stairs with a headache, though after that, the talk and chatter become a more normal volume.<br/><br/>Ayca seems to have a second sense for Delvers, quickly extricating herself from the crowd in order to zoom behind the counter and bring Sydney a tray with a bit of bread, a hot tea, some water, and a little cup of wine.  Whether it's hair-of-the-dog or good choices, Ayca clearly wants to make these things available.  She places the tray carefully on a tray near where Sydney has approached Lorelei and gives a gentle touch to Sydney's bare lower back to whisper, "Just in case you needed anything."  She then extricates herself for just the moment, moving back to the bar to fulfill the various wagered beer orders.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img14.deviantart.net/987f/i/2014/201/c/8/dnd_character_portrait__ameris_santraeger_by_hidennka-d7rjmqh.png)</div>At the table, Samem, appears to be rather crushed that he was defeated.  He quickly shakes this off though and offers a partial grin in Edmur's direction, standing up and holding out his hand.  "Well played, Edmur," he concedes before turning to Lorelei and taking in a deep breathe of regret, "In the future, I certainly won't.  Though I believe I will be seeing you soon, I still need to do that painting."  For a brief second, his eyes alight and then she has her arms wrapped around him.  It doesn't take Sydney's arcane-sexual-awareness for Lorelei to feel how much he needs to do the painting.  She pulls way bare moments before he attempts to caress, the artist clearing his throat and awkwardly moving away from the table, brushing past Sydney and giving her a brief interested glance before he realizes that she's going immediately to talk with Lorelei.  He's here to meet pretty girls, after all.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4d/99/94/4d99941e1117b613fca2de1f3f6ccb56.jpg)</div>When Lorelei plants herself in Edmur's lap, he makes a sort of contented sound, clearly quite pleased with himself.  Absolutely massive arms move to wrap around her, one going to her lower back and the other cupped underneath her thighs.  His hands are rough, massive things and he has a heat to him, the thin skirt doing very little to prevent that.  Of course, she also gets a fair estimation of his blacksmith's hammer, a firm weighty thing pressed firmly up against her.  He seems about to speak with Sydney comes up, his hand placed such that waist rubs against his arm when she slides and moves against Lorelei's back.  Edmur has seen the Delvers around, being local as he is, and the affection the Delvers frequently show for each other is not something he's failed to notice in the past.<br/><br/>"Lady Luck smiled on me," responds the blacksmith his voice rich and full, his eyes not quite managing to not take in this second woman.  He's not made of steel after all.  "Though I think there's a possibility I hold Lady Luck in my arms just this moment.  A wonderful prize I'd not want to lose."  As he says this, he stands up, lifting Lorelei as though she weighs nothing at all holding her to his body.  Speaking with Lorelei, he says, "I have a room rented out upstairs and I thought I may bring her up for a drink and a more private party."  True to his words, he begins to carry her through the crowd, lifting her legs above anyone short enough that he can do this easily, but otherwise clearing a path more or less based on his size.  "Unless you wanted to bring your friend along."<br/><br/>As he comes to the bar, he asks of Ayca, "What was that bottle Jeriph picked out?  If I could take that?"  Using one arm, he holds Lorelei up rather comfortably as he reaches to take the bottle from Ayca who'll be adding that to his tab.  Ayca's eyes are alight with cheer as she gives a little brow-waggle at Lorelei and waves to her.  With that, the blacksmith begins to carry his prize up the stairs.<br/><br/>The bar has begun to take on the shape that it had previous to the race as the final bits of racing come to a close.  The robed Firakan woman in half-moon optics has now taken out a little book that she is glancing through, the philosophers remain in high spirits, though concentration looks to have faded slightly in favor of admiring passing women, Sydney most definitely included.  The brewer and jeweler over by the bar now seem to be talking more seriously about business and a half-orc and a lizard-folk have started up an arm-wrestling contest in the corner (or at least are holding hands above the table, neither seems to be moving the other).  Additionally, Arya has begun to move people inside around, sending them this way and that to clear out a little space in the middle of the room.  "Come now, there's no need to stand there.  Plenty of spaces.  It's not like you're dancing, come on.  No, I'm not telling what's next, that would ruin it.  Probably.  Maybe."  She gives a shrug and growls something cutting in dwarven to a couple of dwarven fellows who don't move quite fast enough for her.  It seems that the activities are not quite at an end.