Eleanor
Giallo Strizzare
Schweingott Moore

The strange blank-faced boy who had been behind Lei had seemed strangely intense, eyes like saucers and hair visibly standing on end, reminiscent of a riled black cat. However he appeared to shrink down as Sir Bryan explained the situation, until he just looked small and melancholy. 

He didn't say anything.
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, Schweingott Moore

"Don't look down boy," Czerich told him. "It wasn't your fault. That hopper caught me by surprise."

He paused as he looked around.

"We must look for a tavern, or somewhere we can eat. I bet we all have stories to share after this incident."
Elizabeth
Lei Linas 
Schweingott Moore

Lei smiled softly at the pair and sighed softly. "Yes, Some proper food would be great." Lei then looked around curiously for any sign of such a place for them to rest and have their meal as he was quite famished after all of todays events.
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich

Scweingott Moore had no proper taverns to speak of, at least in that part of the city, but what it had was the floating market. Several vendors on the edge of the flooded plaza offered their fried rats to the canoes passing by.

"Careful here," Said Czerich. "People fall from that bridge you see up there." And he directed Linas and Giallo's attention towards the narrow planks where dozens of people were 
Walking on a crowded line.

"It's not at hard as it seems though. Sir Bryan managed to cross with his horse."
Tommie
Sir Bryan Verandus, Schweingott Moore. 

" Just don't get in the way of the peoples at here, and you'll be fine." He said, or that's what he could thought of. The knight led the way for the group as they make their way across the toll bridge once more. His horse neighs as it whines about crossing the bridge once more. " Easy, " The knight reassured his horse, calming it down as he ran his fingers across its hair for a moment before continue making their way.

As they started walking across the bridge, Bryan maintains a distance from the others so he won't get in their way. "Since we'll be heading for a tavern," He pointed out. " I guess I'll be the one to treat you guys for this meal. " He stated, looking back at the group of new peoples he has just met and smiled. Despite he just recently met them and barely knew each others, It was an honorable act for sure. But of course, deeply from his heart. Bryan knew he was a selfless person, even from the beginning when he started this path.

As the group arrived in the floating market since there wasn't a proper tavern at all, the market were filled with peoples for sure. And there was a lot of things you could buy with from there. Foods, drinks, items you name it. 

" So, " The sir said, grabbing a medium pouch from his waist since he strapped it to it while walking on the sideways with his horse. The pouch were filled with gold, silver, and copper pieces. But the silver pieces stood the most. " What do you guys want? Any drinks? Any foods, are on me. " He said, bringing a small smile upon his face while turning to look at the others.

" I guess, we could buy some bread and some water. If you guys insisted. " He suggested.
Robert
Prince Nickles


Had Kirk looked closely, he would have seen a rolled up piece of parchment stuck in the mouth of the Hog statue of Fertility. If he so chose to pluck the parchment from the pig's piehole and read the elegant calligraphy, he would have found a carefully laid out plan to make him and his sponsor *Fabulously* Wealthy men. Hours earlier, Prince Nickles scrawled down a plot that involved hiring a duo of dastardly men to kidnap Anna Barrmount and hold her at a ransom for 80,000 gold coins. The parchment stated that should Kirk comply, he would receive half of the earnings. 

*Give it a think. 
Love,
Dame Clarabella Cooch, the Third*
Eleanor
Giallo Strizzare
Schweingott Moore

He'd remained silent for most of their trip through Schweingott. Giallo couldn't wrap his head around why Czerich had let him off so easily. Whenever he'd failed his parents they'd tanned the lesson into his hide. Because of him Czerich might have died, yet the merchant hadn't even demanded his money back. He'd laughed it off. Giallo decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Things were all right.

He was still disappointed in himself for having gotten so worked up over what turned out to be nothing, and he made a mental note of his mistakes that day. He wouldn't make them again.
At last he spoke when Sir Bryan showed off his coinpouch, replying, "I want hot chocolate sir, but please hide your money. The fewer who see it the safer it will be."
Elizabeth
The blacksmith was relieved that everyone was back together and happy to see Czerich was well. He  wondered what might have grabbed him back at the swamps but that question was pushed back as soon as he saw the bridge they had to cross. He was unsure if it would even be supported by the horses but was soon reassured of its sturdiness when Sir Bryan crossed with his own horse. 


Linas followed close behind the group and guided his horses and the mule to do the same as he crossed the bridge. 


At the tavern Lei pulled the pouch off of the horse's saddle and secured it onto himself, using its strap to keep it on his chest where it wouldn't leave his sight. He then told his horses to stay there while he fetched some carrots from the pouch on their saddles. He knew his horses were hungry so he fed them the carrots and shared some with Czerich's mule before joining the others at the table just in time to hear Sir Bryan's humble offer to sponsor their meal. 


"Oh, if it's alright with you, I'm happy to share half the price for the meal. " Lei smiled over at him, hoping he would accept the offer. He wouldn't feel right to not offer his own payment since he himself was a reasonably wealthy man as well. Those were the benefits of being a famous blacksmith and inventor from Azarya.


He couldn't help but smile when he heard Giallo's request. Seems like he really did enjoy that hot chocolate he offered him a few days ago. Now that he was reminded of the sweet warm drink, he found himself wanting a cup of his own as well.