<br/><br/><br/><strong>Ionia:</strong><br/><br/><br/>The young man sniffed at her, but took Ionia's advice and chatted up a red-garbed floozy, quickly absconding with her into the alleyway. Not long after, the woman could be heard giving a loud shriek. One might have assumed the man was to blame, but it seemed unlikely given he screamed as well. The two scrambled out of the alleyway, clearly not having enough time to do any undressing.<br/><br/><br/>**<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Vasily:</strong><br/><br/><br/>The elderly man looked a bit awestruck, and accepted the coins giddily. He reached into a worn leather satchel and pulled out a small pouch in which he put the tokens. "A whole bag of luck, and a good day to you, sir," he said with a bow.<br/><br/><br/>The pasty vendor appeared to be away, and in their absence, something had ransacked the entire stall. Spattered fruit filling and trays were everywhere, and the baked goods that had once been on display were heaped behind the counter. Gurgling and gulping sounds emanated from the stall... something was busy gorging itself on the baker's product, though it's form was currently obscured by oodles of frosting.<br/><br/><br/>**<br/><br/><br/><strong>Lia &amp; Kotone:</strong><br/><br/><br/>The first two goblin heads were knocked away ready, but the ball simply thudded and bounced off the third. The head itself let out a squawking help and began growling in agony over its now-broken nose. Scrambling off the crate it had been lying on, it grabbed for a jagged, rusty blade strapped to its back and began thrashing about with it, thankfully still behind the stall's shelving. The attendant practically leaped over the counter in shock and rolled along the cobblestones of the plaza.