<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Lymsa's Cove</span></span></strong><br/>Sunrise over the town revealed somewhat of a disaster scene. Countless stalls lined the streets, empty, their cloth overhangs flapping loudly with the morning breeze. The streets were lined with garbage, leftover containers, papers, food... everywhere you looked there was trash. A rank smell filled the air, a mixture of rotting garbage, fish, and the salty breeze of the ocean. The army of merchants, gamesmen and tourists had all disappeared, seemingly spirited away at the end of the night just the Tempest had dissipated. In a few days, Lymsa's Cove would return to its regular, quiet atmosphere. Already the sounds of early fishing boats chimed at the docks, pulling in with their fresh haul.<br/><br/><strong>Treasure Tavern</strong><br/>Those late night Treasure seekers, those brave souls who entered the tavern had still not awoken. Men laid all throughout the place, still slumped over on tables, chairs, spread out on the floor. Those who were not so lucky to secure a room would find themselves waking on hard wood, their bodies aching like nothing they had ever felt before. The owner of the place had managed to fall out of his chair in the middle of the night, still fast asleep. The entire place smelled of stale beer and vomit, coupled with its usual aroma of sex and mold. A few patrons began to stir, some passed out in their own vomit, but immediately fell asleep again.<br/><br/><strong>Aria's House</strong><br/>Aria's house was abuzz with activity in the early morning, a stark contrast to the zombie-like state of Lymsa's Cove. Her forest friends ran all over the house, jumping, shaking, causing all sorts of ruckus. Remarkably unperturbed, Aria joined them in their frenzy, floating and cartwheeling about the house. Madison, who had been given a little makeshift bed on her sofa, was rudely awakened by a bird coming to rest on his face. He was met with a view of Aria's face, upside down, as she floated above him. He still clutched onto his 'earnings' from last night, which he had swiped from the owner.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>Item:</em> [Stolen Earnings] – Graciously given unto you by the sleeping tavern owner, an assortment of goods and metals that could be worth a few meals.</span><br/><br/>"Rise and shine!"<br/><br/>It was deathly early.<br/><br/>"It's time to go! You want to leave before everybody else does, or the roads get reaaaallly crowded!"<br/><br/>Without waiting, Aria skipped out of the door towards the meeting point, Lymsa's gates.