Madison was surprised by her antics especially when she slides underneath him partially just so she can look him in the eyes whilst he had his head bowed. She told him she couldn't teach him magic and his heart sank a touch before he heard the last part which gave him some hopes though for now this meant he was much more helpless than he could have pictured. At this point he was but armed with but his wits and whatever intellect and knowledge he had in his mind. Either way it gave him hopes that he wouldn't be completely helpless in such a world that might demand more than words to solve answers. Where more than just other people are the most dangerous things out here. And indeed she did manage to cut his questions off concerning the Judgement Drive.<br/><br/>Upon the suggestions of her inviting her into her home so they can travel to this place where he most definitely needed to go, he was quite grateful she was willing to guide him there.<strong>"Thank you, Aria. I do accept your hospitality."</strong>He said with a grateful tone to his voice as he would rise up to full height. At least he would have a warm roof over his head for one night and a purpose to set off on soon enough. Upon the suggestion of enjoying the Festival he agreed on that sentiment. Truth be told he wasn't interested in a simple weapon or simple protections to make use of the trinkets and baubles Aria gave him. Honestly whilst he might want a weapon in his hand, truth was Madison felt breaking off a sturdy looking stick or branch for a staff or such would prove more viable. A firm slap on his shoulders by Ry and some words of advice Madison was left on his own. A sheepish smile came over him.<br/><br/>So with his destination set and his stomach protesting more so now that he was heading for the promises of food he opens the door to the Treasure Cove. He didn't care if someone took offense to him being there as he was far too hungry and dirty to care what people thought of him at that point. Of course his instincts would continue to run on overdrive as best as they could as he had no idea if someone was willing to take it further than a dirty glare. All he wanted to do was head up to an empty table and sit down and wait to be served on. Seems like even the Festival couldn't keep the good spirits out of a place like this however seedy it might be. He made sure to keep the ice shard in his shirt pocket since he had no intention of losing it. Meanwhile his right hand was holding onto the bag wondering just how much he could get with the bag and if it would cover what he wanted to get for himself. Then he also wondered if he would be able to get some more resources for bartering with some work. All things to consider of course and in the meantime he would have a look around and see if someone was coming over to either accost him or take his order.<br/><br/>All the while the sounds of the festival ring out in a rousing drinking song that people were singing in here to keep their own enjoyment up. Either way he could get used to that at least for now. The faint smell of bread and wafting stew was enough to wet his appetite further and he honestly could not wait.<br/><br/><em>"The guards are falling fast asleep,<br/>And the rogues creep upon them without a peep.<br/>Their wine has been drugged and they don't hear,<br/>As the gloved hand with the dagger draws near.<br/>The fox has come to make his mischief and play,<br/>And they will never see another day.<br/><br/>Past their sleeping forms the fox picks the lock,<br/>Snatching all they could they rush past the dock.<br/>The took all they could and they don't know,<br/>A traitor amongst them to reap what they sow.<br/>An arrow was nocked ready to be set free and fly,<br/>And the fox would stumble forward and die."</em>