<strong>Lymsa's Cove<br/>Merchant<br/>Ry</strong><br/><hr/>The old merchant looked at Ry eagerly, reaching up with both hands to tighten Ry's grip on the hilt.<br/><br/>"Ah, that? You have an excellent eye my friend. Look at the craftsmanship. Beautifully made, guaranteed to never dull and easy to carry."<br/><br/>He began to ruffle through his other wares, taking out an ornate looking dagger which he immediately unsheathed, letting Ry inspect.<br/><br/>"Buy that and I'll even throw in this equally excellent dagger! It's the Festival after all!" He grinned, revealing a toothy smile.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>Lymsa's Cove<br/>Treasure Tavern<br/>Madison, an arriving Farren</strong><br/><hr/>When Madison entered, he would see a long line of patrons at the counter demanding this and that. The fat owner of the Tavern heaved back and forth between the counter and the kitchen, bringing plates of what looked like.. chicken, or jugs of ale for his customers. Sweat poured from his forehead like a waterfall as he worked frenzily, clearly understaffed. In fact, there seemed to be no staff at all. The Tavern stank of meat, stew and ale, but the food was barely fit for consumption. Those who ordered from the Tavern soon found themselves sorely regretting not trying the food outside, although the Tavern's fares were a little cheaper.<br/><br/>"Hold your goddamn horses," he bellowed, his face red with exhaustion. "That whore of a waitress, walking out on ME?" he muttered, under his breath.<br/><br/>"If I ever see her and that hunter, I swear to the deities I will murder them both."<br/><br/>"Oh hold ON," he screamed, nearing his wits end. There was no end to the impatient customers demanding this and that.<br/>