<strong>  Bard and Lily</strong><br/><br/><strong>  “As you wish,”</strong>the the witch smiles disappointedly as Lily leaves her stall in search of drink. “Ah, nothing fresh here,” the bartender forces a grin, “Cider? Only have a barrel left, and its running low, but there's still some, for now, just don't expect too many refills,” the barman accepts Lily's 3 coppers, but before he can get here a drink a more important customer, a human dressed in decorated leather armour, neat weaving at the shoulder and neck, with the black etching of a stag across the chest. “Selpir, my good friend. What will you be having? Oh, Bard, see to it that the cat-eyes gets her drink,” the young man had been watching the peasants boys hover on the edge of his vision, three of them in total, with booze and bravado gradually building up the nerve to confront him.<br/><br/><div align="center">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br/><strong>  Kess and Talia</strong><br/><br/>Soil is churned to mud by several dozen dancing feet, an older woman giving a heroic effort to hold a tune fast enough to move to, loud enough for all present to hear, playing both a a fiddle and a mouth harp at a space that seems unsustainable for much longer. For now people appreciate her sacrifice, an offering of three mugs lie at her feet, her for the taking, whilst around the edge of the dancing area, people look for a partner to grab.  Assailed by others thinking them to be exceptionally good looking, and perhaps accomplished dancers too, a young woman and and a barefooted elf run into each other.<strong>“Come on dear,”</strong><em>“You look like you can hold a tune,”</em><br/><br/><div align="center">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br/><strong>  Anabella, Erza and Xilupha</strong><br/><br/>In the corner of the festival, a conversation between three exotic individuals, a rich tiefling, her provocatively dressed elfkin companion, and her elfkin slave who is also dressed in a way that draws the eye, are attracting much attention, but even the curios keep their distance.