Standing in the back of the stall, Kaelen silently watches the crowd as he chops up a large pankura root, his hands moving a thin, razor-sharp blade in deft and practiced movements, quickly reducing it to a diced-up pile, which he carefully deposits in a small glass jar.  Looking up at the customer browsing his wares, he catches the bundle that the hobgoblin tosses to him.<br/><br/>“Tha-" The sudden outburst from the stall next to him catches Kaelen offguard.  Glancing over at the rowdy group of vanara crowding around, he wishes they would keep such behavior to the ale tents.  He would have picked a quieter spot, but unfortunately that wasn't up to him.<br/><br/>"Thank you.  I don’t see much point in trying to sell something that I wouldn’t buy myself.  Unfortunately, obtaining such a blessing is an expensive endeavor for one such as I, so I do not have that done ordinarily .  I can get whatever amount you wish prepared, but that will increase the price accordingly.”<br/><br/>Looking out at the crowd again, then at the time, Kaelen can feel the mounting anticipation.  This is the largest gathering of different people the city has seen since the last Crossing Festival, and the event itself was just as extrordinary.  Whatever happens tonight, good or ill, it's going to be big.