Brehyrion manages what passes for, in his limited emotionla lexicon, a smile. It is dark and brooding, like the man himself.

Raising the cauldron above his head, arms flexing like corded steel, his booming basso-profundo rumbles from his barrel chest...

All grace to the Sea King, and my most heartfelt regret that only one prize be given. It is my honor to have the privilege of adventuring with the likes of you all.

You are all cordially invited to attend a feast in honor of those who ran the race! It will be held at Brigantia*, three days hence.

OOC: Hey, come and join us for a feast in the Brigantia chatroom on Monday, right around PM AW time! You have to join Brgantia to hop in the chat, but you can resign from the group after the feast!

Let it not be said that the Brigantes are lacking in hospitality. We're not. We're just bloodthirsty.

And usually naked. *grin*