[I hope it's not quite too late to enter?]
Z slipped into the dark tent without even a moment of hesitation. Ayor had told him of the strange drawing that was going on, but she didn't have the time to visit herself. Or, as Z suspected, she was too nervous in going to the unfamiliar marketplace. It wasn't like her to wander places that she didn't already know, but the young man had no qualms about it. Either way, he was going on her behalf. He wasn't mean
all of the time.
"Hey," he greeted the Mekkayena without faltering. Indeed, he was used to being in shady places. "I would like to enter this, ah, drawing contest? I have
two Leumoo, a Sleepyheart and a Scorpinch v2 to contribute, and I would like to request
number 43."