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.