Normally, Drake didn't attend any of the festival races. He wasn't interested in chocobos in the slightest, but he needed to get a feather for the scavenger hunt, so he dropped off to the stables, hoping to make this quick and painless. He had an afternoon exhibition with the Riskbreaker, and he really should be concentrating on that rather than on attempting to get a yellow feather from an overgrown bird.
The winner - a noble, of course - had taken the prize in an upset. He was sure there were statistics and general comments of suspicion and speculation, but that was all irrelevant. As soon as he saw the winner and the chocobo, he started forward.