Pity Party (Party and Races!)

It had been a while since he'd been out this way, but now that he was back in Boreas, he was intent on perhaps finding something to do and a worthy crew to join. Today wasn't the day more than likely, but as he was passing by the area, he heard a call for some sort of gathering. It sounded like an open invitation sort of thing, so he figured he might as well check it out. Upon arriving, he smelled the strong stench of alcohol and fire. He knew what both were, but alcohol he had never tried before. While he was still in the mindset that he was holier than thou, maybe this gathering would help to let him see how mortals acted freely and unhindered by rules and laws. He strolled into the gathering, noticing first the cart of fire and a woman sitting atop a makeshift throne. She didn't look too happy, but it wasn't his business to ask what her deal was. Whatever the case, he was here to observe and he supposed whatever happened, happened.

One woman sort of stood out to him, but he wasn't sure why. She was much older, but fond of whatever she was drinking it seemed. He eyed her as she approached her and Sparrow, "I heard your call, mind if I stick around?" As he watched others arrive, he briefly wondered if Tox would make an appearance...of everyone he had ever engaged with in the past, she was the only one that he could remotely get along with...in a sense, he was mad at himself for not telling her at least why he felt the need to leave..