Sky & Pyr | early afternoon
The best part about a charity festival, Sky quickly learned, was that gil was everywhere. Purses were fat, and coins flew out of them quicker than anybody knew how to count them. And it wasn't like Sky suffered any moral conundrum by stealthily weaving in and out of the crowd to relieve people of their gil, either; he spent them all on the games and the food so that he didn't seem like a complete freeloader on all the free stuff. In the end, it was all going right back to charity, anyway. Sky was just making sure that the money went to the right ones. That was to say, the ones with the best food and best games.
He tugged at Pyr's sleeve and pointed at a rope ladder game. "Bard against Fighter," he said, a glint of friendly challenge in his eye. (And friendly only because it was his brother.) "Let's give it a go!"