You head out to the tents, dressed dashingly and hard to see, save for your glorious beard. Pushing through the crow you notice more and more that the people who have come here are not local. In fact it seems that they've come from far and wide. you've even seen some of the strange white haired Talnessi of the far north.
the town square is cleared, surrounded on all sides by tents. In this open space is a long figure. The elf from before, he seems to have removed his clothes save a pair of loose pants. all around you are the gentry that you've been meagerly competing with. their eyes glued to whatever may happen before them.
with a Bellow of rage the elf begins his....something? he moves in a steady rhythm feet stamping and arms waving as he moves gracefully around the cleared area. At first, nothing seems to be happening save this screaming, dancing elf and then you begin to feel it, see it, hear it and taste it. The ground where his feet land seems to be changing, turning into lush grassy field where before there was little more than stone.
The smell of spring enters your nose and you can hear a wind gently stirring though the town. The gentry nod, slowly clapping as the elf somehow changes what had been a square of paved stone into a lush green.