The swirling chatter and conversation that had erupted around Dolly's theatrical display of blunt musings, sing song accusations, and devilish puppetry had finally begun to simmer now that the porcelain would be witch had moved along on her merry way.  Business as usual began to resume around the various merchant stalls in the small township as the voices of salesmen and women filled the air.  They pointed fingers, beckoned to strangers, waved for their attentions all in effort to draw them in for a sale.<br/><br/>Smelling opportunity the traveling merchant leaned forward to cast his greedy gaze around the crowded market.  The snub nosed somewhat plump merchant in a loose tan cotton shirt and heavy worn brown pants caught sight of the pair nearby.  To him they looked like a noble couple, surely they had plenty of wealth to share.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> "M'lord!"</span>He exclaimed towards the red haired creamy skinned vixen and the nearby young gentleman that stood at her side.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> "M'lady!"</span>Workman like clean hands, full of callouses and dirty nails waved for their attention.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">  "I do hope your having a splendid day, name's Travis, and.." </span>He paused for dramatic effect as he gestured towards his covered wagon where a dulled once fanciful sign hung that read Travis's Trinkets.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> "..this is Travis's Trinkets."  </span><br/><br/>Before the pair could even get a word in edge wise the exuberant merchant pushed forward with his sales pitch.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">  "You look like a discerning couple, of refined tastes and exceptional palettes." </span>His hands were already pushing a wide and stocky silver goblet forward along with a dark hand blown glass bottle decorated with flowing elven script.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> "I have this fine rare elven vintage of wine to offer, a rich and deep merlot, sparkling with an effervescent tone of floral and oaken notes.  The goblet is included, crafted by the very hands of the recluse wizard Edward Hallengast himself."</span>His smile beamed infectiously as his eager eyes bounced between the pair.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> "It might be magic, it might not, he threw it in for free and I'm willing to pass the savings on down the line to you, all for, oh, twenty gold crowns."</span>His right brow rose and perched as he adjusted the fit of his shirt around his tanned neckline.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> "If that doesn't interest you, have a look around, please.  I have plenty of other things for sale."  </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cccccc">Disiyir sat there, looking rather like a finely crafted silver goblet, though deep within molded silver his restless spirit stirred.  The passing attraction and chaos that consumed the area about Dolly had risen him from his stupor.  Now though his little beady eyes looked outwards towards the duo that the merchant was working to pawn him off too.  They wouldn't notice his puckered lips, or the way he stared at the breasts of Elisa before he guzzled down a bottle of wine.  No, he was just simply one of the many figures molded into the silver goblets decorative body.  It was a jovial scene, full of revelry, of nude men, women, and fairy folk, all taking part in a party that was excessive in every degree.</span>