Ayanah gets a thoughtful look as Shiru mentions home.   With the town so abuzz, all sorts were out on the streets and beggars were no exception and she briefly recalls sparing a copper to one of the urchins she was entertaining, having been reminded of her own childhood.   Before she can get herself too melancholy, she snaps out of it and lets out a light sigh at Shiru.  "This isn't much compared to Absalom, no.  Not that we had much time for festivals with our studies.  ...Apart from us sneaking out to them, I suppose.  Speaking of which, our mentor contacted me today.  We have his blessing to stay here.  ...I guess our letter finally reached him.  I was beginning to wonder if our missive even made it that far."<br/><br/>Having already passed a bit of silver to the waitress, the sisters are served a bit of today's stew and some bread while they listen to the rest of the stories.   Ayanah's face visibly darkens when the tales start to mention the hobgoblins with exactly none of them being cheerful stories, taking special note of the half-elf's tale.  "Well it's comforting to know I'm not the only person who wants to see the hobgoblins dead."  She says with a grim tone.  For a moment, she can feel a well of memories from a few months ago start to flood back to her all at once.  Her hand tightens on the handle of her ale mug to the point where she's hurting her hand as she recalls the ordeal.   There's a point where it looks like she might break either the mug or her hand, before she snaps out of it and lets out a long sigh at Shiru. "Did mention coin?  Forget it.   Let's go on a shopping trip after dinner.  I want to take my mind off all this.  Maybe we can visit that silk merchant's stall.  I could use some sleepwear."