``Maybe it's time to try something else for a bit,'' the owlkin offered. They'd been standing in the same spot for the past hour. Both looked fairly bored, but that was to be expected. Standing next to him was an older, reddish owlkin with two large ear tufts and wearing a pair of reading glasses and a plain brown robe. It belonged to a young tabaxi male with lithe features of a lynx and a mane of blue hair. Can we go now?'' a nearby voice asked with a dry, bored growl. The short tiefling quickly selected a bottle of Witchlight Wine, thick tail almost thumping the ground as he took possession with a fanged grin. ``Gimme, gimme, gimme,'' he greedily exclaimed, staring eagerly at the available prizes. ``Yes!'' Imp declared, pumping a blue arm triumphantly. That entitles you to one of the top prizes.'' ``We have a WINNER!'' the harengon carny declared as the third dart popped the third balloon in a row.
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