Eric leant into the kiss and smiled as the Elf pressed her lips to his. "And I don't even know your name. This is a good day." He laughed afterwards. The sweet, heady scent that clung to him now clung to her. He finalized the trade and pocketed the coppers, then took another drink from his skin.<br/><br/>Eric watched as she pointed towards the labyrinth. A look filled his eyes that did not register upon his smiling face. "Old King Minos' pet project?" He paused a moment and shrugged. "It is a thing of legend. Legends stir brave fools. Every man..." He winked at her. "... And woman, deserves the freedom to seek glory, but there are easier ways than the labyrinth."<br/><br/>Eric lifted a nearby breastplate and hung it from the rafters. He then began tanning leather onto the back. It was a slow process that allowed him to continue speaking unhindered.<br/><br/>"No one has ever come back out. Not even the looters." He noted. "Although the drunks in the Punch-Drunk Fool will tell you differently." He referred to the inn in the common quarter. "I know one thing for sure, the labyrinth has much of my steel in it's belly. Fine weapons, too. Maybe<i>that</i>is the treasure they speak of?" He grinned boisterously, then reached out for her and tapped the dagger on her hip. It had an engraving, an 'S' shaped like a coiled serpent. "The sign of my work. If you are thinking of going into the labyrinth, trust no weapon but those with my brand. Mad King Minos had a mind for tricks. Some say he was possessed by the God, Loki!" Eric claimed. He seemed to believe it.<br/><br/>The breastplate was coming along nicely. "It's a shame, if you<i>are</i>going into the labyrinth, then I cannot ask you for a drink tonight. Odin does not favour me after all." He eyed her wickedly.<br/><br/>The labyrinth loomed in the distance. It was going nowhere. She could leave for it now and begin her journey, but what were the chances she'd speak to another person once she'd taken the first step?<br/><br/>Alessi had a choice. She could remain in the town and ask for more information about the labyrinth, maybe even seek help with her quest, or she could go now with the sun at her back and delve straight into the fray. Eric had mentioned the Punch-Drunk Fool. There was also the city offices, wouldn't the architects have a map? They built the labyrinth after all.