<em>"Wait... the fuck do you mean?!"</em><br/><br/>Aria shot Farren a knowing smile. Her eyes met with his for just a brief moment, but they conveyed a powerful emotion: as if she was reminding him, you know why.<br/><br/>The journey down to Lymsa's Cove had been uneventful compared to meeting Astal. Aria skipped, cartwheeled and floated her way down the winding peaks, taking this turn and that turn as if there were sign posts on the road or something. Each of the mountain's rocky paths looked exactly the same; some of them weren't even in plain sight, requiring them to duck under plant growths to access.<br/><br/>"You'll find out, my traveling friend," Aria replied in her sing-songy voice to Madison's bombardment of questions.<br/>She paused for a moment when he asked about magic, bringing the marching line of creatures to a halt.<br/><br/>"Magic indeed! To fly, you just<em>whooosh</em>," she extended her arms. "And<em>wheee</em>," she began floating. It was clear Aria would be no help in this department.<br/><br/>"Spirits are friends," Aria began. "But there are some bad ones too!" She continued, still not answering the question. Her hopping and skipping had resumed though, and the party was on their way.<br/><br/>"Not many people can see them, so they get a bit lonely, right?" She gestured at some air beside her to nothing in particular.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Lymsa's Cove<br/>Entrance<br/>Aria, Ryder, Madison</strong><br/><br/>Amongst the hustle and bustle of the Festival, Aria looked at Ry and Madison. Her company of mysterious creatures waited patiently beside her, though the venus flytrap in particular seemed to be getting a bit antsy. The smell of food always riled him up.<br/><br/>"You can probably find a place to rest in the Treasure Tavern," she pointed for Ryder.<br/><br/>Aria floated upside down to get a view of Madison from below, looking up at his face while he bowed. "I can't teach you! You'll need to find a Judgement Drive. I think they have one in Verrune! If you want, you can rest at my house tonight. We can depart tomorrow."<br/><br/>Aria flipped back onto her legs, looking at the two of them. As if to stop their impending assault of questions, she quickly added: "You touch it and it imprints the magical arts database in you! The stronger you are, the more magic you'll be able to use."<br/><br/>"For now, you should enjoy the Festival. It's the last night after all! Your friend has the right idea." She pointed at empty air, presumably where Farren had been standing.<br/><br/>"I'll be here tomorrow morning, if you want to come!"<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Lymsa's Cove<br/>Minigame<br/>Farren</strong><br/><br/>The operator of the game flashed his nicest smile at Farren, after he handed over the trinkets of course.<br/><br/>"The rules are simple, find the ball and get your wager back, plus a prize. Lose and you get nothing!" He let out a gruff laugh.<br/><br/>The man gave a quick demonstration, moving deliberately slowly and with no sleight of hand to show the ball's location. Simple enough, was the message he was trying to give. When the game started, he began to shuffle the shells at an amazing speed. Farren picked the left shell, which he promptly unveiled to reveal the table underneath. No ball in sight.<br/><br/>"Nice try traveler. Now who's next?" He laughed again, getting ready for the next sucker. His laugh was cut off abruptly as Farren reached for the other shells.<br/><br/>"What are you- stop!" He panicked, swatting away Farren's curious hands. His face turned ghastly white as Farren leaned in and whispered something in his ear. As fast as the speed at which he shuffled the shells around, the man shoved the bag of trinkets back into Farren's hand along with his prize, an enchanted encyclopedia.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>Item:</em> [Arcane Encyclopedia] – A book enchanted by a mage, it has a list of many of the world's locations, their history, descriptions, and recent events. The ink is imbued with magic, and the book periodically updates its entries to reflect current affairs.</span>