<div class="floatleft"><strong>Joran</strong></div><hr/><br/>"Well, I was bumping into you and apologizing," she suggested as the two returned to their encounter after the announcements had been made.  Her already dark cheeks darkened by a light shade of red as Joran gave her his appraising look.  The Varisian girl perhaps more than accustomed to receiving such looks, nevertheless found herself at least a little self-conscious when she received them.<br/><br/>"Koya Mvashti, sir," she said as her eyes slipped away from his to give a brief curtsy--and perhaps to give Joran a similar appraisal, "cleric of Desna--I help Father Zantus with the odds and ends of the Cathedral.  I bumped into you while looking for my hag of a mother!"<br/><br/>Despite her language she seemed not to think<em>too</em>unkindly of her, she was simply annoyed that her mother had apparently disappeared on her.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><strong>Dunn</strong></div><hr/><br/>"Ah!  An excellent set of throws just th' same," Aesrick congratulated Dunn regardless of the failure.  "And I'll be sure t' take yeh up on the offer, come by the Carpenter's Guild any time yer looking for a chat, or maybe some woodworkin' done."<br/><br/>With another strong handshake he bid his farewell to Dunn.<br/><br/>The large Ogre Stomp display was difficult to miss, even more difficult to miss was the woman in plate armor, wearing a greatsword on her back and wielding the large wooden mallet at the amusement of the man tending to the game...<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><strong>Aria</strong></div><hr/><br/>"Oh, struck a nerve?" the always pleasant Corvut responded as Aria returned back to his stand and flicked him the coin.  A little coin richer brought a smile to his face as he watched what he assumed would be the failure of the girl to even get the metal slug to move.<br/><br/>To his surprise, and the surprise of some of the on-lookers, Aria released a mighty battle-cry before swinging the hammer towards the foot of the stand, sending the slug almost three-quarters of the way up the height of the display.  Though Corvut grumbled to himself most of the other onlookers applauded the Paladin and cheered her on.<br/><br/>"Very good," Corvut eventually said glumly, retrieving a second-place ribbon and presenting it to Aria.  Laces on the back of the ribbon allowed it to be tied into place nearly anywhere to proudly display her skill at hitting things very hard.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><strong>Lissa</strong></div><hr/><br/>The shop had a number of other customers, most of them children looking for fireworks or small explosives to play pranks throughout the fair.  The Half-Elf store owner seemed to brighten up as Lissa entered the shop, hollering a simple welcome across the shop to her before she went about searching through his wares.<br/><br/>"Ah, I see what you want," the Half-Elf replied to her as she presented her list to him, nodding a bit, "just what the doctor ordered!  I can get this whipped up in a couple minutes, just wait here..."  A faint scent of black powder was the only thing that remained of him as he quickly disappeared into a back room.<br/><br/>While he was gone it gave Lissa time to reflect upon why he didn't appear to have many other serious customers inside his shop considering the number of out-of-town visitors.  Even still, he seemed mostly competent in his task, and advertised a number of more complicated brews than what he was preparing for her.<br/><br/>He returned with a small bottle of the compound, it appeared to be two parts, an amber fluid with a thick tarry substance at the bottom, likely the source of much of the antidote's potency.  "Here we are!  Since your my first<em>real</em>customer today, 4 silver."<br/><br/>