Ronald
Allaine loved being outside. 
She could sell an item, beat someone to a pulp, wrestle a shifter, or find scrap. The possibilities were endless! Due to the festival, she'd been working extra hard lately. Her forge had been going almost nonstop for the past week, and even though she'd bathed daily, her body still smelt of smoke and sweat. Her face and exposed body was, of course, smudged with grease and soot from tending to the fire and metals, and they almost seemed like permanent stains on her flesh with the way she'd been scrubbing. Now, dressed in a pair of heavy khaki workpants and a green shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her shoulders, she backpacked through the underbrush of the Isles, brushing branches to the left and right whenever they hung just a bit too low. Her rust-colored hair was pulled back, exposing her neck and the features of her face, which right now, were showing a mixture of wonder and frustration. She was excited to be outside, and she loved the festival - but the bag on her back was bogged down with weaponry, ranging from swords to knives to bows and arrows to light farm equipment. It was a large bag, almost as large as her, and with every step she took, she wobbled slightly uneasily as the bag threatened to throw her to the side. She'd run out of firewood and decided it would be a great chance to try out her latest creations. After all, if they couldn't chop up logs, then they were no use to potential buyers. The girl stepped forward, just as a chipmunk scuttled across the way. She paused mid-step to avoid crushing the creature, but the bag victoriously threw its weight to the right, and she fell with a loud clatter, the swords in her bag having clanked against each other. Allaine struggled for a moment before removing the straps and standing up, leaving the bag on the ground to rub the back of her neck.

"Aye, it seems the critter's got an eye out for me," She sighed, tilting her head to the sky, her eyes watching the sunlight filter through the trees in admiration. "That, or 'e's tryin' ta end me life," She grumbles, leaning down and opening the bag to choose a blade to test, first. This place was as good as any, she supposed.
Edith
Kirk Pinewood shed his coat, regretting not packing lighter clothes for a trip to the *Southern* Isles. He had been more concerned with not freezing on his way to the coast, but now that he was on a ship heading South, his shortsightedness was starting to cost him. "Ship" Was also a generous term for this naval vessel. Kirk's business trip happened to coincide with a harvest festival in the Isles, and finding transport off of the mainland had proved to be an issue, especially when he needed more personal space for any artifacts or antiques that he may bring back to Ibethiel. He wasn't about to put his treasures in a cargo hold. Kirk had chartered a small private boat for the trip, run by an older man and his young son.

When the boat docked in Tonate, the boy helped Kirk unload his bag. "Thank you." Kirk said politely before handing the boy a coin for his trouble. The boy in turn pressed the coin against his nose and tried to snort it, which brought a look of horror to Kirk's face.

"Sorry." The man said, taking the coin from the boy. "Most people who rent us out pay him in drugs."

"Drugs!?" Kirk asked. "How old is he? 9? 10?"

"I'm seven!" The boy said with a volume larger than needed for their close proximity, grinning.

"Many of our charters are of the less reputable sort." The man added.

"Yes... I saw the stains in my cabin." Kirk said uncomfortably.

"Yeah, at a certain point you just think: Is it really worth cleaning every time?" The man said, shrugging. 

"I know *I* Would have appreciated it." Kirk hinted not so subtly. With a handshake, the Royal antiquities dealer parted ways with the small crew and went to find lodging in Tonate Proper.
Randal
Ivor had only been to the isles once. Being of the Witherlands, his father couldn't take the oppressive heat. At this time of year though it was bearable for his father, and for Ivor it was all the same.Before they went to work in Southern Feyshore they decided to stop her for the festival. Here their skills could be of use.


A band of Tonate Propers guardsmen accompanied the duo. While they had the expertise, the guards knew the geography. Before they delved into these foreign forests, Ivor had made sure to pick up a machete. Slashing, choping, and stabbing they went through the dense green. Ivor was in the lead while his father and the guardsmen followed. He had stripped considerably from the clothing they wore in Astoria. A grey linen shirt stuck to his abdomen from the building sweat. His pants were of the same material, and were slightly baggy for his tastes, but he made due. His father wore identically the same thing.


Coming to a clearing in the dense undergrowth, they rested. Just one more push and they'd be at the jungles heart where fauna flourished. Water poured down their gullets and reinvigorated both their sweat glands and energy. Over the sounds of exotic organisms, Ivor thought he heard a slight crash. From the stump he sat on, he turned his head and peered through the vines to see if he could find its origin. His hand rested on a dirk resting on his side-just in case.
Ronald
Allaine had been hacking away, and she had a decent pile of firewood going for her. Some of her swords cut at an angle but not head on, and others appeared straighter than her father. The young blacksmith wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her wrist and tightened her Smiths gloves on her palms, picking up her next item - a shortsword built for the more casual fighter, or perhaps simply for self-defense. She'd taken care to engrave the hilt to allow the blade to appear more noble than it truly was, although her name was known near and far for the quality of her creations. And if her name wasn't known by someone, chances were they'd heard of her father. The redhead took a deep breath and began to cut through the thick underbrush, her eyes watching the blade. When it came in contact with something, did it slice through, or did it seem to change its path? Were the cuts clean or ragged? How much resistance was she getting? 
*Thunk.* 
Her sword hit something firm, and she blinked to realize she'd swung through some softer vines and hadn't stopped her blade in time before it hit a stump someone had made a seat of. In essence, she'd appeared *Behind* Ivor. Her face was pure confusion as she looked around to make note of her surroundings. A young man on the stump in front of her, an older gentleman, and a few guards. Her face paled momentarily. Who *Were* These men? 
"Top o' the mornin' to ya!" Allaine's voice was bright and cheery with a hint of an awkward laugh. "I ain't seen ya before, are ya from 'round here?"
Randal
The guardsmen jumped, and Drake took hold of the hilt of his sword. Quite obviously taken off guard. Upon seeing the woman, they eased up. The predators of this jungle were usually the sneaky lot, and they were too distracted to have heard the slight chopping from in front of them. 


Ivor clenched his dirk tightly and had it half out of the sheath by the time this peculiar woman appeared in front of him. His head tilted back, and surprise took hold momentarily. He sighed, slipping it back in. One of the guardsmen, who was frightened himself, hypocritically laughed at Ivor's shock. 


"Frozen gods..." Ivor grumbled. He stood up and looked slightly down on her. "Well, we aren't." He pointed to himself and his father. "Just here for the festival. Hunting for it." The first thing he noticed, besides the way she spoke, was her hair. Ivor didn't think that such a shade of red was possible.


"Who are you?" Drake asked, resting on his pommel.
Ronald
Allaine gave a confident grin as the guard laughed, and it gave her enough confidence to straighten out her spine, although she was still shorter than him. This was hardly a surprise, but what might have been surprising was how toned her arms appeared. With her sleeves rolled up, it was easy to tell what she lacked in height, she made up for in strength. She clapped her hands together as she brushed off any sweat or dirt, and gave a nod. "Didn't think so," She acknowledged, and with a quiet huff, she yanked her blade from the stump, leaving a shallow notch in the wood. At his next words, her emerald eyes twinkled. 
"Didja say yer huntin'? That's great!" She held out her sword, as if she were about to give a speech, but her reason seemed to catch up with her. "O-Oh, right. Allaine Ferris, blacksmith o' the Isles. Nice ta meetcha! Er, what can I call ya? Sir? Mister? ...Big brother?" She asks with a grin, holding out her hand.
Rose
Dayveth was among the first to disembark the *Uniting Wind* As it docked in Tonate Proper. He had experience with horses and wagons, but ships were an almost fictional thing to the mage. Dayveth's first day aboard was spent at the railing being sick over the side. After consuming a small chunk of ginger he had packed, Dayveth was able to calm down and did his best to relax. However, as soon as the gangplank *Bonked* Against the docks, the Royal Physician's boots were there as well. His trunk was in his hands with his additional belongings being carried by Mara. 

Dayveth wasn't eager to travel again, but he thought it might be an interesting experience, as well as it was his job to attend the Queen of Astoria. He hadn't gotten a chance to have a true discussion with her during their journey, though he doubted his ability to speak well with the waves fighting his stomach. "Finally, we've reached solid ground!" He cried towards the ship, having a quick search for Anyanka.
Steven
The voyage was one she'd made a hundred times it felt, but something tightened in her stomach with every passing hour. She had received the invitation, and Angelica confirmed on their behalf almost immediately. If she hadn't, it was likely the redheaded woman would have found an excuse to not attend. 

She hadn't seen Bradai since Mikhail was raised. And she hadn't seen Mikhail since he'd left with the poppy. The idea of them both in the same place, celebrating, as they were supposed to have done last spring gave her a nervous complexion. 

Angelica talked her ear off the whole journey, and when theh finally arrived Dayveth practically bolted from the deck onto the docks. She gave a small laugh, and Angelica raised a brow in her direction. 

"We're not going to have another situation with him, are we?" She asked and Anya shook her head.

"Not if he's smart." She confirmed, and adjusted the necklace she wore before descending to the dock.
Randal
"Yeah, we are hunting." Ivor nodded and grabbed his canteen and tied it to his belt. "For what though, I'm not sure. We've not been here but once, and that was when I was young. I'm Ivor by the way."

"Drake!" His father exclaimed from behind. An old smile on his lips. Now that they were clear of any danger, they were packing up and prepping for their final and deepest descent into the jungle. Weapons fell back into their sheaths, food wrapped up and preserved, and canteens filled up in a small nearby water basin. 

"You can just call us by our names. We are just hunters. Though I wouldn't mind being treated like royalty." Ivor said jesting. He hoped it would ease him up. He began to pack up himself, but still paid close attention to Allaine, if only to ease his inane paranoia.
Rosanne
Yohan stood by the mast of a ship headed for Tonate Proper. He felt sick to his stomach, unaccustomed to life on the seas. Off in the distance, past the seagulls and the fog, he could see a dock, from which he would traverse to the festival. He holds his bag in front of him, cautious of the crew and his fellow passengers, as they looked and smelled worse than anyone he had ever encountered in Terresol.

After days of travel, Yohan Astorio, sailing aboard *The Myst*, had made it to The Southern Isles. It was his first trip outside of Terresol, and he missed it already. As soon as the ship had docked, he hurried off of the vessel, calling back "Thank you! You've been very hospitable!" And began walking to where he heard the liveliness of a festival.
Rose
Dayveth set his small trunk on the deck and glanced around. He even played with the idea of getting on his knees and kissing said ground, though this hardly seemed proper with Anyanka disembarking behind him. Dayveth offered his hand in aid as she exited the ship, being careful to ensure it looked as if he was only being polite. The mage had recently become nervous about others finding out about their relations, as secrets hardly ever remain secrets. 

"I believe you've been here before, Your Highness?" Dayveth asked Anyanka. He had traveled much of the continent and even a bit over seas, but the isles were foreign to him. The mage was excited to explore a new setting, though he would make damn sure to avoid any kind of boat whenever possible.
Ronald
Allaine gave a wide grin. "Allaine," She called to the older gentleman. She looked upon Ivor with a youthful gaze. She was young, excitable, and full of energy. Meeting a stranger in the woods who was hunting for the feast was quite the treat! At his mention of royalty, she wore a cheesy, mischievous smile. "That's what yer into, eh?" She said slyly, placing her hands on her hips. "Then, yer highness, 've got a bag of weapons a bit back, do ya mind if I go grab 'em? Might be of interest to ya?" She pointed a thumb over her shoulder to signify where the bag was and tilted her head. "If 'm disturbin' ya, I can be on ma way. Just don't have a chance like this often." Her tone was innocent enough. It was honest, too, for the most part - she really did love meeting new people, but running into a couple of hunters? She had an opportunity to gain some new clientele, too!
Michael
Tenate Proper had been in view for some time now- a welcomed sight for sure, given the ingredients he had brought with him had no doubt been shaken on the boat. Danico always hated boats for that reason, but there's little way to get there otherwise. With face mask on and goggles sitting on his head, he steps down from the boat, lugging an awkward bag on his back- a bag for his ingredients and study items. It would be a wasted opportunity if he didn't at least find *Something* New. 

Danico thanks one of the shipmates helping with tying the boat down from behind his mask, making off toward the hustle and bustle set out in front of him. It was most certainly a festival, with all the people dressed up and decorations adorning most areas. Danico rarely cared for social events, people did tend to annoy him, after all, but the opportunity to find new reagents was too great an opportunity to pass up.
Ashley
Eric had hardly been seen on the voyage to the Southern Isles, he had barely wanted to come, but with Zane gone and the rest of the people he knew going to Tonate, Eric had little choice. It was either be in a ship or be left alone with the courtiers he didn't know. He would rather go to war again than deal with some of those people, ontop of that, it gave him something to focus on other than inaccurate letters that stalked him wherever he went. 

For most of the voyage, Eric was either looking at the view from the deck or was beneath deck trying to get sleep. Ships did not quite agree with him, though he fared better than Dayveth, whose sounds of being sick almost made Eric sick. So, he avoided Dayveth like the plague and essentially secluded himself, making himself only available to the queen if she had any reason to call for him. She didn't, she spent more time with the Chancellor, Angelica. That was also fine, Eric got to finish his logistics book and did a little writing of his own. A side project, while his memory was still good. 

He was the last one to disembark, allowing the queen and Dayveth to leave first, Eric's belongings were all in a large bag he carried on his back, preferring to pack light. He stopped next to Dayveth and looked to the queen and back to the ship. Then at the surrounding environment, it was much warmer and wetter than Feyshore had been. He couldn't tell if he liked it or not. Eric waited quietly for the Queen to dictate which direction they would go.
Rhonda
He watched as she dropped the glass and began to shout. He sprung from his seat and slammed his hands against the desk. "Don't talk to _me_ about choices! I've chasing ghosts for monffs now! And you..." His face soured as he raised a hand and gestured across her new form, "Show up like what? Like a fucking assassin? Gods KNOW you would've—" They had hardly heard each other over the other's screams, but the moment Audrey composed herself, he paused. His face was red and the hand that was still raised moved to cover it. "Vhis is some bullshit." 

He turned to face the window outside. The morning rain had subsided and a heavy sun broke through the clouds, illuminating the city of Tonate Proper. "Boys?" Both of the Poppies tightened up on their crossbows, giving the Pirate King their full attention. "Leave tha room." They hesitated briefly, if only to give Audrey a look of worry, before leaving. The door was quickly shut behind them. 

He sighed heavily and fell back into his seat, failing to wipe the smile off of his face. "Your Evelyn is some fuckin' shit..." He took the glass of gin in his hand and slammed it back, leaving only a small puddle in the bottom of the glass. "But vhat little fuckin' fing at tha end, luff? Tha line about choice? _Vhats_ some good shit, yeah? I tried givin' it a counter, but it wasn't as strong." He leaned over the table and extended a hand to shake. "Oh fuck, mate, your neck. I 'ope I didn't 'urt it too bad. It's nice to see you."
Christina
It was impossible to not hear about the festival happening in tonate, Southern isles. It's all everyone had been speaking about when she went on with her usual business of people watching. It made her curious as she had yet to go that far south. The only issue was finding her way there and back. Luck seem to be at her side when she found a couple with a small boat and handed them coin in exchange that they got vanessa to the Isles. The furthest Vanessa had ever gone south was when she reached south Feyshore for a bounty. Not one that she needed to kill but one she had to capture. She didn't ask questions to those who paid her though she was beginning to wish she had, why would someone want her to capture a child? A question that would remain unanswered. If it had been a death bounty, Vanessa would have definitely not taken it.

Vanessa found that she hated travelling over water due to how sick it made her. She wasn't used to to it and it took all her self control to not throw herself onto the docks once they arrived. If she could kiss the ground, she would have. Looking towards the couple who travelled with her, she handed them more coin as a thanks for their troubles before stepping onto the wooden platform. The southern isles from what she could see, was a lot nicer than the mainland, it had a freeing feeling to it.

Her eyes scanned the crowd as she continued to walk along the docks, trying to find anyone that looked remotely interesting. It wasn't until she heard two men arguing about who would win the sparring competition that her interest peaked. If she was to enter, she may have a chance to show off her skills and receive a paid job by the end. She wished she could have taken her brother with her to the Isles but it would have been difficult to do so, especially since he worked alongside with their father. Shaking the thought from her head, it was best to not distract herself with what she could have done. She needed to focus on finding a way to sign up for the sparring competition.
Steven
Dayveth offered his hand to help her down to the docks, and Angelica followed after. The blonde paused before her boots hit the wood, glancing over her shoulder to assure Eric was coming. He'd disappeared on the ship to his cabin along with Zane, and she'd assumed she'd see one of them before they docked. Seeing as that wasn't the case, she waited until she saw the tuft of brown hair, and gave a small ghost of a smile before returning her attention to Anya, who looked like she'd seen a ghost. Well, seen a ghost and was frightened by it.

Anyanka nodded, "Yes, I've been here several times." She told Dayveth, her eyes passing over the streets. It was flooded with people from all over, attending the mid-winter festival that only the Isles could provide any sort of warmth in. The rest of Marin was covered in snow, and Bradai and her son were enjoying the warm breeze from the waters. She'd dressed lightly, with a trail of ribbon wrapped around each forearm and tied in such a way at her wrist to hide the sigils she now bore and to make it look like an intentional fashion choice. She missed the spring, and the idea of weighting herself with a heavy coat or sleeves in the balmy isles was absurd. 

"We're expected at Maith's Manor." She said, glancing over her shoulder to Angelica who was still watching Eric. She didn't know what that was about, but if it kept them both from moping, she wasn't going to fight it. "I've chartered a carriage already, they're to meet us at the south end of the market. If you need to stretch your legs, now's the time."
Rosanne
Yohan had been in Tonate Proper for hours now, trying in vain to find a warm bed to sleep in while he was in town. Unfortunately, every inn he had entered had been completely full, with no rooms left to offer. He wandered the streets, coming to a marketplace, with dozens of shops set up from all across The Southern Isles. He smelled freshly baked goods, exotic flowers, and many more scents coming together to form a beautiful cacophony that enchanted his nostrils. Yohan grinned, having found a place where he belonged.

Yohan strolled through the square, dressed in a leather coat, which had been dyed pink. Strangely enough, the different colours in the marketplace actually made Yohan blend in, where normally he would be standing out amongst a sea of beige and grey. He approached a flower stand, and examined the flowers closely, before finding an exquisite white rose. He looked up at the merchant, and asked "Excuse me, how much for this rose?"
The merchant, a man with a curly, thin mustache and greasy, black hair, responded with a refined and snobbish lilt in his voice, saying "It isn't for sale for anyone like *You*. Get rid of that ungodly scruff, and you may return. I can't be seen selling to a damned hobo."

Yohan looked at the man quizzically, before tossing the rose in his face and walking off without a word. As he turned away, his face turned red with embarrassment. That man weighed no more than a hundred pounds, and as frail as a weasel. As simple minded as Yohan's father was, he never would have allowed anyone to speak to him like that. Yohan pushed the matter aside, and did what he always did when he was worked up: he played.
Yohan pulled out his ocarina, pressed it to his lips, and began to play as he walked. A slow, wistful melody flowed from his favourite instrument, and he began slowly moving along to the rhythm, his step slowing, as he played an unnamed song that some would recognize as a composition called *Zelda's Lullaby*.
David
David and Damien had made their way to the Southern Isles. 
It had been David's idea after he had heard about everyone gathering at Tonate, so David wanted to go not just to show face but as a show of power, also David brought Damien with him, it's not often that The Horn Hills are left without a member of House Brass there over seeing things. 

David had made an exception for this occasion but this had been Damien's first time being off The Horn Hills for a very long time.
Damien had been very nervous and not to willing to go, but David convicted him though with some light threats.

After a they had a long travel across the Sea's on their ship , Damien and David Brass had finally arrived at Tonate, besides their own ship, there would of been ten ships from The Brass fleet that had created a circle around David and Damiens ship.

This had be a small display of power from David in his mind anyway , David chuckled as they reached the docks.
David, Damien and a small group of men with the sigil of House Brass on their armour has set off to reach the festival, after they had a light walk they had reached the festival and had made there way though the entrance into the festival.
Rose
"Very well, Your Highness. I assume I'll need to remain back for the majority of this trip? I'm not exactly filling a political or public role among your court," Dayveth explained to his liege as he released her hand. 

Dayveth, as well educated as he was, did not excel in the field of fashion. He wore similar clothes to the ones in Astoria, though without the outer jackets and cloak. 

As of the carriage ride, Dayveth was slightly disappointed. The mage was looking forward to scouring the festival's markets, thought it appeared as though he would have to wait, if he would get to at all. He suddenly realized he didn't even know if it was his place to ride in a carriage with the queen.
Ashley
Eric looked paler than usual and was visibly relieved when he set foot on solid ground, but maintained an overall neutral expression, never really one to relax in new places. Especially with the Queen's Chancellor looking at him, he had been stared at before, he was used to the strange looks people gave him, but the way she looked at made him a little uneasy. Eric only looked back at her for a couple seconds, but it was a couple seconds too long and he averted his eyes to the docks and the people. Then his senses to the warmth again, he was already starting to sweat. "Where do you need me for the duration of the trip, your grace?" Eric asked, assuming he was here to fill some sort of role, or to work in some way.
Steven
Anyanka's brow raised when both Eric and Dayveth asked what their roles were to be. "You're here as honored members of my court. You're not working, you're not expected to keep any appearance but the one you want your homes to project. If you'd like to stay with me through the festivities, I'll be happy to play as hostess, but you're allowed to do as you please in the Isles so long as you don't actively destroy our reputation." 

Not that it was hard to destroy a reputation of a whoress ruler.

She looked to Angelica, and their fingers touched for a moment before Anya looked back to the ship. Zane was most likely brooding, and she pressed her lips together. He knew he wasn't obligated to be at her side, but she expected him to do so regardless. "Accomodations will be assigned later this evening, and so long as you all report back to me at the Maith estate before dawn I don't mind you wandering and enjoying this pseudo-summer."
Edith
"What the hell do you mean you're full? I sent my reservation a month ago!" Kirk's inn had no vacancies, apparently giving his room away because of festival demand. "It was a business reservation!" 

The royal antiquities dealer used his suitcase as a chair on the street outside, stewing in a sour mood over how his plans had gone awry. He didn't know where he would be sleeping that night, and it appeared that most other inns were similarly full. As he sat, a winded instrument caught his ears. He picked up his travel case and walked down the street to find where the sound was coming from. He found a man walking an playing an instrument. Based on Kirk's experience in antiques, he assumed it was an ocarina. The song was pleasant, and lifted Kirk out of his sour mood. He followed behind and when he heard a lull in the playing, he caught up and held out a few coins. "You know, most street performers stay in one place, so people can throw money at their feet. You seem to have a different business model." Kirk said light-heartedly.
Rosanne
Yohan looked back at the man, holding out a few coins, glimmering in the sunlight. He chuckled, pocketed his ocarina, and said "My good sir, I have no need for anyone's coin. Your money would be far better spent on something physical from this here marketplace." Yohan didn't like being taken for a street performer. He saw it as just a few levels above being a beggar. "This small demonstration of my talents is less of my job, and more of a small amount of viral marketing. I hear that there will be many a nobleman here today, and I'd like to give them a little preview of what could happen, should they hire me to play for them."
Edith
"Well then think of it as a service you provided. I've had a rather unpleasant day, and hearing your music made it a little bit better." Kirk continued to hold out the coins. "Please."
Rose
"Understood," Dayveth said as he turned his attention to the docks. "I assume later you'll too busy for us lower court folk?" Dayveth teasingly asked Anyanka before having a hushed side conversation with Mara, his head either nodding or shaking every few seconds. 

The nurse's face switched from questioning, to frustrated, to annoyed, back to frustrated, exasperated, and then finally resigned. "Very well then," She huffs before walking towards the markets.
Rosanne
Yohan tilts his head. People often didn't persist after he told them they didn't have to give him money. However, though Yohan was fairly wealthy, a few extra coins in his pocket were welcome. He took the coins, pocketed them, and smiled. "Well thank you, sir. My name is Yohan Astorio. May I ask yours?"
Steven
Anyanka gave a bit of an eye roll to the man, and watched the conversation play out between him and his mentor before she headed off. She didn't know what it was about, and didn't care enough to question it as she turned, heading to the south end of the market to meet with their carriage. The longer they stood at the docks the more uneasy she felt. The sooner they arrived at the banquet the better. 

"Doctor Coren, a word, please?" She asked, pausing just enough to let him catch up to her as the group moved into two parties: Her and Dayveth leading and Eric and Angelica following in tow.
Edith
"Kirk Pinewood." He said, holding out his hand for a shake. "Royal antiquities dealer of Ibethiel. I'm here today on business, actually. It happened to coincide with this festival. For your musician work, did you come here for the festival or are you a resident?"
Rosanne
"I'm a visitor in these lands. I'm actually from Terresol. This is my first journey outside of there, and I have to say, inn space must be a delicacy here, as I've found absolutely nowhere to sleep tonight!" He laughed a bit at his own joke. "What about you? I'm guessing by the bag that you aren't from here, so where are you from?"
Ashley
Eric followed along dutifully, walking by Angelica's side as quiet as he usually was. He'd overestimated how warm it would be, and while he wans't dressed for winter, he wasn't quite dressed from tropic either. His preferred colors of dark greens, browns, and a tarnished gold trim also didn't help keep the heat off of him. He glanced over at Angelica, "How long have your worked for the queen?" Eric asked, trying to work on his small talk.