"So was the event bring your own horse? Because if so, I definitely missed the memo." He's perched up on one of the fences put up around the faire, absently tossing his hunting knife into the air and catching it as it falls, gaze behind his mask trained on the jousting tournament. He'd been knocked out in the first round, not that he'd complain about that fact- Brianna had simply outplayed him- and he'd not spent much time on the back of a horse in the past several years. But Rance had, and it had clearly been to his benefit at least a little- as he'd made it to the next round. "Not a bad show in any case, man, you been keepin' well? Ain't been by the outdoors shop in a while, makin' most a' my restocks in trade around town, and all that. And I don't think I've personally made a run out t' the edge of town to drop somethin' at the farm in like, a year- Got two kids with two workin' legs- definitely the better option fer timely deliveries." He laughs, hand moving to pull his mask from his face into his hair, picking up one of the bottles of mead beside his feet and uncorking it, taking a smooth swallow before offering the other bottle to Rance. "To yer victory?"
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