<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/20gd0ck.jpg)</div><br/><strong>General Alicia Lockewind</strong>, with<strong>Harold Dean</strong>and the<strong>Masked Man</strong><br/><br/>Alicia glanced over as the man called out to her. She didn't recognize his form, but she did recognize the name of his country. Laughing, she remarked,<em>"Ah, Leogarde! I believe that's practically the only territory my liege does not have some kind of border dispute with. Your King must be doing something right!"</em>Alicia smiled jovially and took up the offered hand, giving it a firm shake.<br/><br/><em>"Glad to meet you, Captain Dean. I wish you the best of luck at the Feast. I hope you don't mind if we walk and talk, it's my first time here and I'd like to get the lay of the land before things begin."</em>Alicia remarks, starting off again. She walks beside the guard captain, weaving through the throng of people arriving as well. Her eyes flitted from person to person, noticing the different nationalities represented. Some wore the crest of their nation, others simply the colors. Everyone seemed to be proud to represent where they were from. Aside from the dignitaries, leaders, and soldiers, there were also some nobles in the crowd. The lucky rich that managed to secure an invitation to the Fertile Valley for the Feast, either through money or connections.<br/><br/>Alicia's walk took her through what was becoming a marketplace, merchants setting up stalls on either side of the path and hawking their wares. Exotic goods from all over the country could be bought and sold here, a tidy profit for anyone savvy enough to take advantage. She paused momentarily, indicating to Dean the odd masked man selling wares. He had the dress of a warrior but was standing at a merchant stall. Overcome with curiosity, Alicia moved to the Masked Man's stall and looked over his wares.<em>"Good afternoon, ser. What are you selling here?"</em>