<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Maeve’s House ~</span></span><br/><br/>“Oh my, well don’t you look lovely Maeve.  All the boys will be asking you to dance.” Her mother squealed with delight.  If she could peddle her daughter off on a local boy, then perhaps she would settle down and forget about that inherited wanderlust from her father.<br/><br/>Finishing the last cake, Maeve’s mother packed the baskets full and gave one to Maeve.  Be a dear and tote this for me.  Once we get to the festival, you’re free to do as you wish… Now let’s be on our way.”  Town was only a short walk away.  From their front door, the glows of the bonfire could be seen.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Fourway ~</span></span><br/><br/>The merchant pulled on the reigns and the horses came to a stop on the outskirts of town.  Laughter, singing voices and music could be heard while he prepared his wagon to display the goods he had.  Various tonics, medicines, herbs, and potions were his specialty.  He had other knickknacks for sale as well, mostly baubles and trinkets.  “Just look at this mess!” he spoke to himself as he straightened up and made ready to go into town and make some money to buy some of the Sage’s weed the area was famous for.<br/><br/>He failed to hear the rustling in the woods that made the horses ancy to be away from the darkness.  “Alright, alright, calm down, we can go now” the merchant said as he led the horses into town.<br/><br/>Ruy made a round of the town square, checking out the young girls and vendors.  Not that he had any money to waste, most of his earnings went into clothes.  ‘If you don’t look good, then no one will take you seriously’ was just about the only nugget of wisdom he received from his grandfather before he was thrown out into the street.<br/>