-Alrighty, well, today, another few tents have been opened up. The sound of a forge being used along with a hammer striking iron can be heard, while another has an old folk-tune music playing. The last has...well, when one walks past, they'd see a set of eyes staring out at them.-
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.-The eyes continue to stare, unblinking. Watching.-
-As for the anvil, smithing bit...familiar face, ahoy!
Pratty: -wipes a few beads of sweat off her face- ...Certainly different from back home, bu- Oh, hello again.
Pratty: Yes, that's my name. And nothing much. Thought I'd drop by and help with this festival thing. ...Although I have no idea where Kutty's gone off to...
-The eyes come out of hiding to reveal a rather hideous dummy with plenty of sharp teeth which slam it's jaws together menacingly.- Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Pratty: Hm? Well, with the materials I have here, plenty of Iron and Silver swords, along with a few spears...and something new. -puts a sleek crossbow down on the table- Never made something like this, actually...
-The dummy snarls before going limp.-
Knight 1: -appears out of thin air- ...Damn. Wasn't expecting some people to have some sort of backbone. :/
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.Knight 1: Hey, I'm the one in charge of the training and fighting against dummies, along with other things. You can't say that's NOT fun. And that Trevor guy wasn't my friend, kid. -adjusts the mask on his face- ...Heh. Maybe I should've tried HARDER.
Pratty: It's something called a crossbow. I think. Made it by accident. Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.

Daiana: Uh-huh~ Or ye old coole as they used to put it. I think. -cheerfully hands Kris a plate of steak-
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.