<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Vasily:</strong></span><br/><br/>Vasily was approached by elderly man who apparently hadn't been eating very well in months past, thought he gravy staining his beard showed he had been making the most of the free food. He was clean for a man dressed in tattered rags, and smelled strongly of sea-salt. He held a tray strapped around his shoulders by gray ropes, and it was filled with wood carvings of the six local deities' symbols. Some were shawl pins, others on strings, or as small rings.<br/><br/>"Hello, good sir!" he said with a smile. "Buy a charm for your chosen god? Just a copper, and it will bring you good luck!<br/><br/><br/>**<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Ionia:</strong></span><br/><br/>At least one person was out at the festival to add notches to a belt. He approached Ionia quite unsubtly, eyes wide, lips curled in a smirk.  His gaze lingered especially around her midriff, but flickered all about.<br/><br/>"Quite the fashion sense you've got there," he said. He was young, likely no older than Ionia herself. Well exercised, but not big enough to be a threat to any local toughs unless he had some seriously skill behind him. He wore a faded green tunic of modest quality, though some golden thread had been embroidered into it to give a look of higher quality. He leaned on a dark wooden shillelagh and brushed his long auburn bangs out of his swarthy face.<br/><br/>"You look like a woman who knows how to get into trouble."<br/><br/><br/>**<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Kotone:</strong></span><br/><br/>The most active stand had a couple brawny men, clearly having sampled the full array of spirits on offer. Faces scruffy and ruddy, heads shaved, they were dressed in spiky studded leather and both carried swords. It was likely they'd been set on watch duty for the festival and had allowed themselves to get too caught up in the job, as it were.<br/><br/>They beckoned Kotone over as soon as she wandered close, urging her to come join them in their game. They were lobbing leather balls at various dolls - clearly containing weights - in an attempt to knock them off shelves. A mousy gnome with a crook stood behind the stand off to the side, restoring fallen soldiers to their original place, though the two ruffians weren't making her work too hard.<br/><br/>"This one looks dextrous!" said the taller, skinnier one. "Long as she has a decent pitching arm." He clumsily tossed a ball to Kotone. "Lass, see if you can't take out one of those big gobbos." He waved at three large goblin heads in the center of each shelf."<br/><br/>