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First Post
Taat shakes his head. A race like this has not been held. Skychases and sport are what is seen, not wild races with noble gold at the heart. Unusual, this. A race of horns calls to the home of such, it should, should. But of the teams and sponsors, I have beheld none. He smiles and continues. My gambles are small and varied, and enemies here we have not. Foes of mine you shall not see.
Insight=19, History=20
Crush eyes pulse white briefly as he detects Taat's subtle emphasis on the word horns. "Horns, you say? Hmm... We may want to keep an eye out for any team sponsored by, or composed largely of members of House Orien friends."
"Be that as it may though, time is wasting. If Vaerhirmana, Tavishny, and I each contribute 33 Galifars and change, that should be enough to cover our entrance fee, thanks to Master Taat's kind offer of sponsorship," Crush says, nodding his thanks to the rotund goblin.