Noise from the crowd greets Mara as she steps onto the stage - a medley of oooohs, aaaaahs, and gasps of astonishment. She sees awe in some faces, speculation in others, and keen interest in more than a few.<br/><br/>Cheers accompany her first strike at the timber. A foppish patriar catches the piece of wood she throws. He examines it, raps his knuckles on it, then attempts to sink his teeth into it. “It’s wood, all right,” he notes cheerfully, and passes it along the row for others to inspect.<br/><br/>One axe finds the caber, then another. Many in the crowd are applauding, some are on their feet. Even more join in as her movements become a whirlwind of steel, axes shaping the wood.<br/><br/>The climax of her act is met with a deafening roar of shouts, screams, and applause. Andor Beech is roaring. Lord Lucas Caldwell is applauding like a madman. And the fair-haired elf with ribbons in her hair is clapping as vigorously as the humans near her. It is another standing ovation. The din continues long after Mara exits the stage.<br/><br/>Wallen Baird steps onto the stage and poses as Mara did, but his portly figure draws laughter instead of cheers. “Wyld Gold, ladies and gentlemen! Wyld Gold! Also available for hedge trimming, trouser hemming, and precision hair styling. Be sure to book in advance for her next appearance.” He clears his throat. “Feeling a bit famished after the show? A night owl with nowhere to go? Why not take yourself to Bernstowe’s, a mere two blocks up Brambles street. Bernstowe’s. Food. Service. Discretion. Private rooms available. And now, ladies and gentlemen - you guessed it, another of our rookies!”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>DM’s Notes</strong><br/><br/>A marvelous display of power and skill. Thanks, Ixy! And wow, you guys are killing it with the dice rolls. I wasn’t expecting this many high totals so soon, but you have an event in store. Will send a PM.<br/><br/>Since Ershin is busy, it’s Glyphstone’s turn next!