"Bunch of them keep following me and talking nonsense. Been ignoring them as I go." That is to say, Cloud's been pissing off a good amount of local fae folk with an ice cold shoulder. Not that they can do much about that. No instigation, and no names or barters to be had.

Combat oriented...Now the kid is speaking Cloud's language. "Yeah, it was all kind of ridiculous. Not even some kind of fighting ring. Just public humiliation. Seen more interesting 'games' over at Costa del Sol. It's pointless without a challenge." He especially got in to the sharpshooter one. It was a fun way to hone his reflexes and maybe show off to his traveling companions a little. How is someone supposed to look cool biting an onion?!

"Parties always seem to be bad anyway."