The Duke/Altair/Open - Chocobo Race
Ah, now this next race was more like it. There were two racers considered likely to make the finals, and the entire pack was fairly close together; it looked as though it could be anyone's race. One of them, Altair knew by sight, but didn't have a strategy picked out for; the other, he'd heard a few rumors but needed to have them confirmed. Once this race was over, Altair would have to dismiss himself to resume information-gathering.
The Duke truly did seem to be enjoying himself wholeheartedly, Altair noted. Altair usually had an ulterior motive to his own enjoyment of things. He'd never been able to throw himself wholeheartedly into a moment like that. Of course, he couldn't really afford to start now. He stood when necessary to see over the people in front of him, but he didn't see any reason to cheer.