Shortly following your erotic romp in your new carriage, you spend a few minutes debating on where to go until you eventually decide to test the waters and your abilities in a nearby village.  After a day of uneventful travelling, you find yourselves in the nearby village of Zephyr Hills, a hunting community that has made its place on the map through their masterfully crafted and uniquely beautiful furred and leather attires.  While they do deal in natural armors of those materials, it is mostly fashion that their raw materials become transformed into.  As a result of this modest level of renown and presently in the height of their pre-fall economic boom, merchants and locals alike are exchanging goods and coin in significant quantities.  With the environment being as vivacious from the annual influx of wealth as it is, it should be a relatively simple feat to take advantage of everybody’s exuberant moods and allow some of that wealth to trickle your way.<br/><br/>The day of travel had given Junpei a chance to get somewhat used to his bipedal form, though he is anything but agile still yet.  As a result, he carefully climbs down the few short steps before steadying himself on the solid ground.  It is clear that he is still quite resentful of his altered form and he was eager for the opportunity to get out of that poorly created pocket dimension so he could finally return to his feline form.  At least whenever that would be.<strong>”So what am I doing here anyways?  You’re the performers with your routines, or whatever it is that you do.  Want me to just keep an eye on your carriage while you’re away or what?”</strong><br/><br/>A nearby guard picked up on the dweomerneko’s words and strolled over to the carriage parked at the edge of the central marketplace.<strong>”Performers, huh?  Unless you have a permit from the mayor’s office saying otherwise, you’re not allowed to do your act in the marketplace.  It is the same law for vendors and performers alike in order to keep this area orderly during the height of our sales season.  There is a-“</strong>The guard was distracted momentarily by another horse-drawn wagon passing by with its cargo consisting of fine pottery.  The driver halted momentarily to exchange a greeting with the guard, referring to him by the name of ‘Erik’ before shaking hands.  Erik then waved the man along to continue his route to the marketplace.<strong>”Where was I?  Oh yes, there is a lot on the outer edge of the village, just within the palisade wall where you can set up shop without the need of a permit.”</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception DC17 to see the exchange of a small coin pouch that took place as the guard and merchant shook hands. </div></div>