Bard took a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow, gazing around at the crowds out enjoying the festival, a small part of him wishing he was free to take part in the festivities. But it was thanks to the festival that he'd found himself work today. He'd been up since dawn, helping one of the local barkeepers haul barrels of alcohol up the hill in preparation for the day. The hard part of the job was now over, thankfully, but the barkeep had still required someone to assist him in retrieving new barrels from the pits, and in discarding old ones, and Bard was grateful for the work.<br/><br/>Soon enough he'd realized that hadn't been the only reason he'd been hired. A few strong lads like himself around the place did a surprisingly good job of deterring the increasingly sloshed customers from getting any clever ideas, or harassing the staff too much. He wasn't exactly sure what he was expected to do if the situation arose, but he'd have to cross that bridge if it came to it.<br/><br/>He glanced across to the half elf and his wrestlers who'd set up opposite. He wasn't quite sure what their deal was, but they'd chosen a good spot, by Bard's reckoning. The alcohol was flowing freely, and there would no doubt soon be a long line of tipsy morons looking to show off. Still, Bard found himself looking forward to watching them try. He crossed his arms, and leaned against the makeshift bar to watch as the first contestant stepped forward.<br/><br/>