The poor man just couldn't get a moment of relief, though he had clearly steeled himself for it, this time. Reliyian received a small nod and a muttered, "Ma'am," but nothing more. Still, it'd take no more than an<strong>average</strong>eye to catch the handful of glances she sent his way. Then again, who could blame him?<br/><br/>The others received the same muted, polite recognition that he had given the High Elf, but assuming that they didn't have anything else to ask of him, he sent them on their way with a little wave and the now familiar offer of "Good luck!" As soon as they had departed, another group approached him, though these looked more like townsfolk than another batch of mercenaries.<br/><br/>With midday quickly approaching, the market was reaching its admittedly unimpressive peak of business. Perhaps unsurprisingly, however, it lacked the children that one might normally see in such a heavily-trafficked area. One or two dashed about from time to time, but most of them looked adolescent, at the youngest. Perhaps most of the island's immigrants had recognized the folly of trying to settle a family here, at least so far.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm giving you guys free reign for a bit. Aeryn wants to look into the chapter house, I assume, but I can split that off if nobody else has stuff to do in town. We need to get this adventure on the road, after all!</div></div>