A group of the younger and more impulsive members of Yelmed find themselves in an impromptu meeting in the middle of the market. There could however be more to this than naive confidence and a desire for adventure, despite their age they number among the most capable in the village. The five of them are attracting several stares, and a few guess their intentions.<em>“Careful girls, don't let the thought of silver blind you,</em>” an old woman nods sagely, whilst another is more enthusiastic<em>“Don't forget your friends, when your pockets are heavy with elven silver,”</em>. Other simply snap,<strong>“Out of the way! Quit gawking!”</strong>though there's no true venom in the words, the market isn't that packed, their presence only a mild inconvenience to the other villagers.<br/><br/>Erin meanwhile heads home, one of the better constructions of the village featuring several elven touches, including the red tiles of the roof and the east facing porch. His mother is not present, no doubt off visiting one of her animals, but he finds his father in the study, composing a letter, but he puts aside the parchment and quill when Erin enters. “Yes son, what is the matter?” The headman of Yelmed does not appear to know yet of the royal messenger's appearance. Whilst Delnir keeps abreast of things, he is rarely the first to know about anything in the village. He would have found out about it in good time, or now in this case, when his son tells him.