The continuation of the games led to further success for the party and the first pieces of individual success for Braz.
The nerves of the early games - the large crowds, the increased fame and the expectations were heavy to start but he continues.
Working with his horse Ballius Braz was able to race through to victory in the horse racing. Ballius retired to live at the Sirens Roost and his success as one of the steeds of the chosen led to a nice life of nose rubs and mint leaves.
The thought of the medal made Braz's heart sing. This felt like a frivolous act of self aggrandizement but after becoming an exile from his home and leaving behind the connection to that place it felt only right to build his own story. Oathbound to share peril and glory, the chosen where his herd now.
THings got better as Braz took his role as a crutch - Calliope was planning to not shoot her bow true, as she had so many times before but with a firm aim and the expert guidance from Braz's gem of brightness her arrows found the mark for further medals.
The team events draw closer and the giants of Praxis draw close, unhappy with their team performance so far