Marquis Cirroch Sanna has found himself at the Mudwrestling pit and is now pacing in search of someone to either hit him or spar with. Really either will work. It's been a long day of advisors and the manor is near empty...

Asha, a silver tongued attendant arrives, following Zyxthylum.

Zyxthylum enters the area at a cautious pace. Maybe it was the excuse to wander around the Northern Ward that brought him here because he is not dressed- or built to fight in mud or any other theater. He limps towards the benches to have a seat and see what the commotion is about, beginning to roll clove cigars for anyone within view of his impossibly wide grin.

The Marquis is currently bouncing in the middle of the mud pit. Splashing mud everywhere. Wearing only his leather trousers, with Sanna sigil hugn from his belt, then fingerless gloves. Making a mess within the pits like a hyper child. He looks over to watch Zyxthylum enter and nearly looses his footing in mid bounce, with a little slide in the mud he's still smiling as he waves to the stranger. "Hello! Come to punch or watch?"

Zyxthylum meekly looks up but his genuine smile hides his craven reaction for the most part, "I came to roll cigars for fighters such as yourself!" His knobby fingers fuss with the first of the cigars, surprisingly deft in mannerisms for such a mangled creature. "I love that necklace!" He adds with a shout as he holds out the small trinket.

Zyxthylum checked luck + tanning at difficulty 19, rolling 34 higher.

Cirroch puts his right hand to his heart, with a little bow, "Thank you. Marquis Cirroch Sanna, of Giant's Reach. It was a gift, befitting of a nickname that I was given as a child." He accepts the cigar with another nod, running it under his nose as he takes in a deep breath. "Lovely." Leaving the pit behind him, still barefoot and mostlly covered in mud from the thighs down, the cigar is cut and lit. "And you are?"

Having been through trying to explain his name too many times he offers, "Kathrite is my surname- it's what I go by these days." He bows his head in turn, "Well met. I am very interested in the Northlands. I am a taxidermist you see- I see many animals dead I have never seen alive!" He takes a pause and offers, "Have you been on many hunts?"

Winter, A Highhill Puppy arrives, following Kiera.

"Ha!" Cirroch lets out a breath with a small puff of smoke, "Yes, I have been on several hunts. Though other than a need of someone that would make use of a pelt. We don't have much need for someone to stitch the animal back up. We use everything we can. Nothing of the animal will go to waste. Not even for display, unless it's a rug. Though that still has a purpose." The Marquis is talking with Zyxthylum while the mud slowly dries to his trousers.

Zyxthylum is hunched in the stands in his silks, the man next to him providing a stark contrast is his skin and mud. "I used to do the same with rats." A short chuckle, "But I've never left the city so I don't know what it is like to hunt out there." A knotted finger taps the side of his cigar to let go the hot ash into the mud with a barely audible sizzle. "Not sure it would be smart to venture out now- Bit old for it I think."

Kiera hms "You can try knocking me in the mud if you want . I've been working on my dodging"

Cirroch turns when he hears Kiera speak up and smiles. "Sounds grand. I've never underestimated nor allowed for the height of someone to be what determines who might win a spar." He bows a little, a heads back to the mud pit. "Let me know when you're ready, Lady Kiera."

Zyxthylum looks on in mute shock- he is too craven to actually say or do anything so instead he puffs at his cigar until he coughs and fidgets with the seams of his silks. "I have drinks for the winners- after a rinse- back at the lounge!" He calls to mask his nerves.


*** Cirroch has called for an opposing check with Kiera. ***
Cirroch checks strength and brawl at easy. Cirroch marginally fails.
Kiera checks dexterity and dodge at easy. Kiera is successful.
*** Kiera is the winner. ***

Kiera smiles at zyx "It's alright. He's a friend I trust him not to injure me. I've got to make up for staying to clean at my brother's pre-wedding bash. No one glitterered me. Do I really come across as humorless"

Cirroch makes an attempt to catch Kiera as they nearly dance in the mud, an attempt to grapple her and he's slipping in the mud sliding instead of having good footing to find his opponent.

Kiera is shocked that she has manage to scamper out of cirroch's way but she has indeed been practicing and manages to duck under the much larger man's arm to the other side oposite the man


*** Kiera has called for an opposing check with Cirroch. ***
Kiera checks dexterity and dodge at easy. Kiera is successful.
Cirroch checks strength and brawl at easy. Critical Success! Cirroch is spectacularly successful.
*** Cirroch is the winner. ***

Zyxthylum watches the fray from the edge of his seat, a gray column growing absently on the end of his stogie. He isn't sure who to cheer for or frankly- how to cheer, so instead he mumbles and fidgets uncomfortably and waits to see who ends up on top.

Getting some better footing and digging in with his heel, Cirroch waits for Kiera to attempt to get closer, then lunges at her in a near tackle bringing her into the mud. "A very good dodge the first round, and now we're both covered in mud" He laughs as the mud flies around both of them in the dive.

Kiera nods "Yes we are. I'm only doing this cuz we're friends though. I like to be pushed out of my comfort zone by those i trust but i'm not signing up for tackling dummy at the arena. She" She pulls herself to a sitting position and sits there for a minute surrounded in mud

Shuffling through the muck, Zyx makes his way to the two fighters with his medical pouch jingling all the way, "Are either of you hurt? You know an application of leeches after a fight can be very beneficial even if you don't see any wounds!" This doesn't seem to be a joke either, his fingers are already seeking out the dark vial of squirming segmented bodies even as he speaks.

Kiera checks composure at normal. Kiera marginally fails.

Cirroch also sits up picking a glob of the mud from his shoulder, then looking to Kiera. "Hrm. We missed a spot." He bops Kiera on the nose with some of the mud from his shoulder. Smiling, "There. And I like your humor. A little dry at times, though you are not humorless." He looks up to Zyxthylum. "Leeches? Ha! I hadn't thought of that."

Zyxthylum gets a dark ampule of hungry leeches from A water-proofed medical pouch.

The young woman was laughing and smiling a minute ago despite being knocked into sticky brown mud but at the siight of the leeches she pale and physically jerk away. this despite having assisted in a plethora of medical procedures. it's visceral and unthing followed by a blush of embarrasment "no thanks. I'm fine

"If you were going to have bruises tomorrow they will take care of them today! They really are nature's ally- and they don't mind the mud one bit!" The creatures writhe against the tinted glass as he continues, the ampule dangling in his grasp just a little too carelessly. It disappears into the mud by everyone's feet and he mutters as he bends slowly to retrieve it. "Watch your step!"

Cirroch turns to watch Kiera try to scamper away in the mud, then looks back to Zyxthylum and with amusemend watches the leech fall into the mud, and disappear. "Oh." With his tonge stuck to the inside of his cheek and a interested curious and not wanting to move right now look, Cirroch just watches then starts to follow Kiera in the mud. Away from the leech. "No offense meant, though I'll just be over here until you find the little guy."

Kiera recovers herself and then looks thoughtful "sorry I had a bad experience with insects recently. though i've heard leeches can extract toxins from blood. insects were involved in making my brother ill. perhaps leeches could...i doubt it but perhaps

Zyxthylum comes back up with the intact vial not long after, he does look a bit flustered now, "No need to fret- they are just worms!" As if that is a good enough explanation, but he goes on, "What do you think live in the mud you are covered in head to toe?- I mean pink worms, but worms all the same." The ampule is cleaned off and replaced more delicately now in his medical pouch. "A leech can only make you ill if it is not handled properly- like you find one in the wild. These are cleaned and kept healthy." This seems a point of pride for the goblin faced man.

Zyxthylum puts a dark ampule of hungry leeches in A water-proofed medical pouch.

Bears, wrestling, and mud, oh my?! Well at least Redrains. What else is a restless young lord going to do when he's got nothing better to do than check out some rumored mud slinging party hosted at the Sanna's. Orland's also rocking some pretty cool shades today, delicate stained-glass spectacles one might add! One hand has slid into his pocket, the other at his side swinging with is steps. Breezing in like an autumn leaf no longer held down by winter snows. Orland pauses, to inspect the scene, one finger popping up to lower down those stained-glass shades, brow lifting as he catches the drift of the wrestling pit. "The gossips weren't lying were they?" He assesses each individual, before he slides his finger up the bridge of his nose to pop those shades back up tight. So cool. You don't even know.

Covered in mud, still some of him is visible as any that was on his face or chest has been wiped at, Cirroch looks over to the man that has come in. Squinting a little, "Lord Orland?" then smiling broadly as he's getting up from the ground and offering a hand to help Kiera up if she wishes to take it. "It's been some time since we've seen you! Was it Raven that you were with at the dinner?"

Kiera nods to Zyx "I do apologize my brain made an unwarranted association. my brother was attacked by a swarm of insects while i was present and the leeches evoked the memory. .. Lord orland. Are you protecting your eyes" she says, noting the man's entrance, letting cirroch help her to her feet "i must say you're doing so in style

Zyxthylum is happy to see Orland, he offers a friendly wave, "How is the fox doing? I sold the last one to Mistress Bridget for her daughter- she will be coming by for a visit before long!" He takes a more somber tone as Kiera explains and apologizes a few times in a mumble, "I didn't know.. uh- I didn't know they could do that? I'm uh- I'm sorry.."

"The cake fight," Orland at present is keeping distance, determining if he wants a part of this mud thing. He has a choice these days not to be dirty. A CHOICE. Imagine that. There's a faint up twist of his lips, "It's good to see you again Marquis. I'm sorry I haven't been around much. Down in the Saffron Chain too much and then getting put through the hoops from my Knight." He side glances to Zxy, "Zyx. How've you been? Duarte appreciated your leeches. Oh and the fox?! He's got his own little perfect view point from Villa Amadeo. He's dong well there. Thanks for your entry for the Healer Auction by the way." His head swivels, because his eyes are covered it's hard to see where they look, "Lady Kiera. I feel like I've been an absolute social hermit lately." He grins a bit, "YES. These are incredible little devices. Instruments? Spectacles I think they're called. I'm getting used to them. THEY are fragile though." As in, don't throw mud in his eye! Or he will cry~!

Cirroch has a look of amusement and lightly allows the comment of "which one..." to escape as he is coming off the muds. Smiling he relights the cigar from Zyxthylum, a little clove cigar. "Sounds that you've busy. It happens to all of us. Much to why at least, why I'm here tonight. Advisors telling me which way is up all day. I needed something of a release. Or to play in the mud." Pulling the cigar from his lips and holding it in a hand as his arms cross over his chest. "The spectacles? They make a nice touch to the outfit. Mind if I ask where you found them?"

Kiera hms "It's not your fault. you had nothing to do with it. Leeches and most insects are creatures of petrichor. I must not let darkness color my view of the world. They do look fragile . A challenge to see through the colors I expect. Which knight do you serve m'lord?"

Zyxthylum buckles underneath all the praise, graciously mumbling and going to take a seat. "Wading through this mud is making my legs hurt! I need to take a seat." He covers poorly but changes the subject, "Did Savio mention my grand opening for the lounge? I've convinced him to sing for us." Copper colored teeth are revealed as the emaciated creature grins. Seeing the cigar again he offers, "Does anyone else want me to roll them one?" He nods sympathetically Kiera, "Oh- I'm no lord!" A short chuckle, "And my beliefs have been characterized as belonging to Shamanism."

"The one with Raven of course, and Lord Ciro and Lady Calla... and oh I think we left early," Orland replies. His eyes linger on the cigar and his lips purse as if he's really trying to resist the urge to smoke. It's that 'cut myself off trying to behave' look that flickers for a moment. "Mud wouldn't be my first choice but each to their own, right? Who's wrestling then?" He looks between those already muddy, before he grins at Cirroch, "Ahhhh. They came from Savio Pontelaeus, whom if things go one way, may have a shop to bring in some Saffron Chain wares to the city. If you wish for a set, send him a missive, as there's no vacant buildings so finding a space to build has been ..." he gestures with is hand, "slow going. It's so expensive to build." He notes, with a soft grunt. There's a look towrad Kiera as she mentions colors, "Oh yes. They darken the light. Really good for the beach, probably nice to have for those hot bright summer days, standing around drinking a pint outside on a patio or on the deck of some party boat..." Summer almost here! He takes them off and extends outward toward Kiera, "Want to try them on?" A look toward Zyx, "Of course he did. Of course he did. He's signing up for a bunch of things. Interviews, poetry nights, grand openings. It's good for him to /stay/ busy." He grunts a little, "Oh sure, Zyx, roll me one. Maybe I'll be convinced to wrestle the Marquis in a moment."

Kiera hms "so then all nature is manifestation of the spirits by the shamans teaching sacred things the darkness makes them what they are not meant to be by either standard. Lord orland mentioned working in service to his knight I was asking who he meant. I would love to try them on, but you put them on me so I shan't break them"

Cirroch nods to Orland as he puffs on the cigar, slowly letting the smoke roll around then escape with a light breath. Continuing to smile as he does with an arm propped up by the other crossed to grab at the cigar while he plays with the smoke from the cigar. "I'll be sure to write to this Savio Pontelaeus then." A nod is given to Zyxthylum as he tips the cigar to him then placing the end back to his lips. "It is a fine cigar, Zyxthylum." He looks to Kiera as she mentions spirits by sacred things, "Sort of." And then watching as she expresses interest in wearing the tinted eye covers.

Zyxthylum checked luck + tanning at difficulty 19, rolling 111 higher. Zyxthylum rolled a critical!

Zyxthylum perks up at the mention of Savio becoming a craftsman. "If he needs a place to sell his things I would be glad to help him. Even if it is short term- It is a shame if a room is all that is keeping those from common fashion." He seems intruiged by the spectacles but all the excitement has finally gotten to the old man. "I'm afraid I'll have to continue this conversation another time- I need to have a lay down." He bows as he gets up, "My thanks for the inclusion my friends!"

"OH yes, Princess Coraline," Orland notes with a small adjustment so he can step forward and slide the spectacles behind Kiera's ears, gently, so the frame sit behind the curve of the ear but on top, "There see. They balance between your ears and stay up because of the bridge of your nose. Look around. See how much sun it blocks?" He might be the worlds greatest salesman. Maybe. He starts to unbuckle a few things, while she sports them around. "The Princess is the Grandmaster of the Order of East Light." That's all he seems to say on it for now, as he's turn to slip out of his jacket. "I absolutely hate the idea of being dirty," an announcement, "though only because I have a choice to bathe after. Cirroch, is there somewhere close by to bathe in?" To the talk of Shamanism and nature and spirits, he asks of Kiera, "Are you studying the religion?" There's a nod to Zyx, "I think he was going to ask Zakhar actually about suggestions where to build, if not next door neighbhours. We'll see. I helped Zakhar get started now he's flying on his own. Of coures I'd do the same for Savio." No questions asked there. "Ahhh, well then Zyx, do take care! We'll be by soon, for tea, or ... Absinthe if you can get more of that!"

Kiera hms "Oh yes. She spoke to drake and I about creating a barracks in high hill as a restop for the knights and explain how they would protect our ports. Yes, I am. I've always wanted both sides of a story and as i was raised in the faith i was completely ignorant of shamanistic beliefs. this did not sit well. i expected pushback from the faith, but i've gotten support for my studies so far

Cirroch nods to Zyxthylum as the mand leaves taking a final puff upon the cigar before setting it upon the edge of a table to let it go out, saving the rest for later. Turning to Kiera, "They're quite fetching." then a look to Orland, "Somewhere around here? Otherwise there's a bath at the manor just a block over. You're welcome to come use it. You're both welcome to come over, it's been quite empty the last few months..." He pauses for a moment, "Or was, now that Lady Sapphira has had their child it can get noisy occassionaly." Another pause as he stretches before heading back to the muds. "Whatever you don't wish to have mud on, I suggest putting by the tables, over there." He gestures to the seats well away from the pit. "It's a very noble gesture to help out another, especially two, possibly more in building their shops."

"She's been away from the city for a while, likely trying to find more buy in for that project," Orland notes, "But I've kept up with the regiment she's left for me." It goes without saying he's not a skinny lad no more. Shirt comes off and there's definition. Not like any Redrains but he's not a slouch anymore either! Scars run over his back and there's a few new ones alongside his front but otherwise, when he gets out of boots. He keeps his trousers on because he's one of those that doesn't really wear small clothes under leathers and these leathers are snug. In any case he finally moves to the side of the mud pit, after taking a few puffs of the cigar, "Oh that's good stuff."