The Duke/Altair/Open - Chocobo Race
"Oh, I quite agree," Altair said, his lips still pressed in an amused smile. "However, I think that some people — perhaps even those of our mutual acquaintance — are going to be quite upset at what has just happened."
He nodded out at the track, where the apprentices were carting the fallen racer off the track on a stretcher while the white mage mumbled spells under his breath. "That man is — was, rather, one of the favorites to win the entire thing."
He turned back toward the Duke, his smile broadening. "I'm sure you can appreciate the chaos we've just witnessed. Sir."