Madison was not able to stop his eyes from lingering into that supple swell of cleavage upon Aria's chest and heavens know's he is trying as he keeps his eyes upon her face as best as possible. Mostly because when he doesn't he is deeply worried he may wind up getting zapped or incinerated by magic considering the fact that she is a full blooded mage since by the fact that she floats and has a unique entourage of pets. She was moving from person to person explaining things as they go and the sing song voice she gave them made him initially think she was capricious and child like in her own little world since she seemed incapable of concentrating too much. But he wasn't writing her off as dumb, no no no, he's under the impression she uses that as a way to get people off their guard socially with her and to hide her own secrets.<strong>"So you commune with spirits. But what do you mean we have been called? What exactly called us? Do the spirits know perhaps?"</strong>Madison was beyond the point of trying to play this according to the logic of his home world and was just going along with this world's rules and explanation. From the looks of it magic worked and was very much tangible.<br/><br/>As soon as she introduced herself the warmth and dust of the mountain came over him once more reminding him to follow along and quickly lest he get left behind and to his own devices. She said that she was hungry and since cooking was one of the few things he was good at he would make a courteous offer to their first friend, maybe one of the few willing to be helpful.<strong>"Maybe I can cook something up so we don't have to wait long for sustenance?"</strong>He suggested upon the way as he wanted to try and coax some kind of information about any unique cuisine that was there for them to partake in. Not to mention the idea came across his mind that if he had something to contribute for her or at least a reason for him to stick around maybe she would give him some lessons on magic. And he had the sense of shame to at least humble himself and ask her. Either way that would take some time as he would have questions for her along the way.<strong>"You say you commune with spirits. Can anyone do such a thing and if thats the case how are you able to fly or levitate? Is it magic?"</strong>Madison was eager to soak up knowledge and for him this was a bit of a dream come true for him as he loved the idea of real magic. Either way Madison would continue to favor his legs a bit after that tumble since he was a bit tender from that fall but he had to move on lest he be left behind. He wouldn't complain about it.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Upon entrance into Lymsa's Cove, Madison did have to admit it made a nice impression upon him. Soft luminescent glow of many lanterns burning over the night must have been beautiful but this Weekly Festival made him wonder if this place had a different side of things when it wasn't so cheerful. Either way he was glad to have come here on such a good time. The smell of a freshly cooked leg of some kind of exotic bird he didn't recognize made his mouth water and his stomach rumble. However he didn't have anything worth while to sell that he did not absolutely need like his clothes. Then there was a number of people happily drinking and singing folk songs about this Festivals origin. Madison stopped to hear a song.<br/><br/><em>There once was a sailor named Kalan the Fool,<br/>A prideful blowhard no taller than a tavern stool.<br/>Drunk with a bottle of ale in his belly, <br/>He began to let his stomach rumble like jelly.<br/>Thrown out on his ass for being so loud,<br/>Along the pier he stared at the storm cloud.<br/>Off he went to steal a skiff and went out to sea,<br/>But the braggart forgot his first mate went to pee.<br/>He said loudly 'I'll sail this storm from end to end",<br/>His ship rocked and the waves began to make the hull bend.<br/>The blowhard named Kalan was crushed by the ships mast,<br/>And the Fool finally went and breathed his last.</em><br/><br/>That song did manage to give him a good laugh he had to admit and for a moment he forgot how dirty he looked and how miserable he was with the pangs of hunger in his belly. He wasn't sure what the mini games were like but he was willing to wager that a good amount of them were rigged to be unwinnable. How else could a man make a living on running a game of chance? Either way Madison quickly moved on to catch up with the others. His eyes glanced over to the Treasure Tavern as this did get his attention as he wondered how well this place did and if this was the only option they had for shelter for the night. They didn't really have much to their names and truth be told he was loathe to part with the shard of ice tucked away. After all that thing was from one of the four great spirits. Possibly priceless and as such it shouldn't be squandered. Traveling along he could see the Cove had plenty of places to visit and thats when Aria began speaking.<br/><br/>Aria would explain things that they were stuck in this place until the Festival ends and they can then safely transverse the mountains. She gave them each a bag of trinkets and wondered a bit.<strong>"What are these for? Is this money?"</strong>He asked as he looked on inside and it looked like some metals but mostly junk trinkets. The young mage then pointed at the with some strange flair and would explain where her own home was and that they were going t be left to their own devices. Madison however wasn't going to just leave it at that as the idea of a potential teacher was too much to let slip through his fingers. It wasn't even about a place to stay as Madison would step forward in front of her and swallowed his pride.<strong>"Wait, Aria! Look, I do not know much but you already said we are stuck here. I have no means to make ends meet, no money to my name and no skills to put to use."</strong>He then would bow deeply with his eyes cast down<strong>"I know you can teach me what I could never learn, so I implore you, take me under and teach me magic."</strong>The college student said as he needed some kind of trade in order to make thing work. And to him it didn't matter if it looked like he had no shame because he was in no position to have pride.