Too Gourd to Pass Up [Seasonal Event] [OPEN!]

Sarya was wandering the Outskirts when she saw them--two men and a... gourd? She was puzzled, so much so that she halted in her tracks, staring openly at the duo (trio?) with confusion. Magic was still a bit of a mystery to the woman, and animate vegetables were something beyond even that. Perhaps she was dreaming. Perhaps she was dead. Would the afterlife be this strange? It didn't matter. She shook her head and strode forward, curiosity getting the better of her. She wore her typical garb: a grey linen shirt with full sleeves, a black leather vest, black breeches and leather boots. Her dark hair was twisted away from her face in a loose bun, pinned in place with a thin knife disguised as a hairpin. Her hidden knives were firmly in place--two on her forearms and two in her boots--and the large dagger strapped to her right thigh would warn the strange men playing with a gourd not to test her. She entered the playing field (for lack of a better word) as the pair kicked the gourd around, almost as though it was a ball. She supposed that a target with a mind of its own made for more interesting gameplay. "Excuse me?" she called out, placing her hands on her hips. "Is this a private game, or can anyone join?" Alistair, Ronin text. "talk" Sarya Daemenor so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing