Farren could do nothing, but roll his eyes at Madison and Ry as they could not take their eyes off Aria's abundant cleavage.They acted as if it they'd never seen a pair of breasts in their entire lives. If you saw one pair you seen them all if not... the internet was a blessing in that department. If these two knew anything that it was impolite to stare so obviously. Out of the three of them he was the one least impressed by the woman, and was close to opening his mouth though as he did the yellow bird which accompanied her had found a roust on his shoulder.<strong>"Get off of me you vermin."</strong>he scowled before swatting it away with relative ease. It was bad enough that he had to come to terms with this world as real, but he would not accept animals doing as they pleased.<br/><br/><em>"You have been called," she looked around, "For each of your own reasons. Your voyage has only just begun. That's what the spirits tell me."</em><br/><br/><strong>"Wait... the fuck do you mean?!"</strong>he exclaimed though as he said such they were already heading off once more. It behoves his better sense of judgement to just follow a complete stranger, but then again what other choice did he have? Besides the other two were at this point entranced by her looks and forgot that for the briefest of moments they'd just started down the had just started down a being of pure ice. The only upside to their chance encounter was that Aria knew where she was going. He mused on what she meant by the call. How had they been summoned when by the looks of them nothing special seemed to radiate from the trio quite the opposite really. Each one of them lacked that certain something in this case what he didn't entirely know when it came to the other men, but himself. Oh, he knew all to well.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When they got to Lymsa's Cove Farren was for the most part vaguely impressed on the outside. Inwardly he found it quite amazing to see first hand. The chatter and laughter made him a bit nervous as being social wasn't that great. The set up of the houses reminded him of a village from one of the oblivion series. The name he'd long since forgotten, but still looked the same none the less. Out of all of the festivities the area which held the games peaked his interest. Games were one of the few things he enjoyed the most. He had a certain luck with carnival games only losing once or twice in his entire childhood.<br/><br/>"Nice try folks, better luck next time! Who's next to try for our great prizes?"<br/><br/>Once Aria had handed him his trinket he vanished before the other two even realized his disappearance. Now swallowed up by the crowd if they needed to find him he'd be easy to find since they all stood out from their modern day clothing. Perusing the stalls he stopped at one that was familiar. The Shell Game. Farren knew the in's and outs of it quite literally since it was a short con used to make quick cash. As the game is almost always played dishonestly, it is typically regarded as a confidence trick and not as a legitimate game.<br/><br/>"I'll take a swing at it." grinning from ear to ear at the operator of this shell game. Watching as the man explained the rules in there most simplest form while performing it. There are three or more identical containers are placed face down. A small ball is placed beneath one of these containers so that it cannot be seen and they are then shuffled by the operator in plain view, and he was to guess the correct one to win the prize. When finished Farren picked the one on the left merely guessing.<br/><br/>