Exhausted after three hours of performance, the crowd slowly disappeared from the tavern, yet Emilia jumped upon the stage and followed Kana to a small hallway. "Yes Emilia?" shaken by the lack of emotion Kana showed after the intense show, Emilia stumbled a bit before answering her, "I wanted to thank you for this chance to learn. Your performance was amazing, just like him." Kana turned around and stared at Emilia with rage. "It was nothing like him, he was much greater." Images of the past came flooding at Emilia, who fell to her knees, able only to cry for the loss of her teacher.

When the teary eyed Emilia returned to the stage and wiped her face, the gnome who played the harp approached her "Don't worry about whatever Kana told you, she becomes quite emotional when it comes to Ronan." Emilia straitened her look at him "Is she? Why?" the gnome smiled and chuckled "Well, yeah, I've heard a rumor that they had a thing going on in the past, when they traveled together." And so, for a few minutes, as the band on the stage packed up and the last few guests either left to their rooms or the tavern whole, Emila and the gnome chatted.

As Emilia stepped off the stage to the vacant room, Bolvar was speaking with the dwarven barmaid and Rolen appeared nearby in a silvery mist descending from one of the roof's support beams. An older looking halfling, about eighty or so, approached Bolvar and Rolen, who looked like another person, and soon after stormed out of the tavern in frustration, almost knocking the exhausted looking Henry down. "… And they asked me to give it to you, saying they found another accommodation somewhere else." The halfling presented a key to Bolvar, who took it with a tired smile. "Thank you, Franklin, it will be of great help to me."

Henry reached the halfling a moment before Emilia, asking for a room. "Sorry, but as I just told the gentleman who just left, we have no empty rooms, all the rooms were rented before Kana's show." Henry was looking defeated "So you're saying I'll have to sleep on the street tonight?" "Sadly, yes." Henry then seen the key in Bolvar's hand "Will you let me sleep in the same room as you?" "I'd like to help, Henry, but it is a room for one." Henry wobbled out and the halfling went to Emilia. "My name is Franklin, I'm the bartender and tavern owner. I wanted to thank you for your performance." Emilia looked at him, her usual smile wavering. "Thanks, but, are there really no empty rooms?" The halfling frowned for a moment before responding "I think I can do something about that."

Emilia entered the small room, there wasn't much there in the way of decorations and was only furnished with two beds, a small closet and a single chair by a window. she walked by the main bed and sit on the second one, putting her backpack by the bedside and the rapier leaning on in. reaching under the pillow, Emilia touched a hard item, taking it out she saw a simple knife. She put it aside on the main bed and her own unsheathed dagger under her pillow, shortly after, she was in a sound sleep. Henry found a nice hidden spot between two buildings at the western end of town and set there his bedroll while Rolen found a somewhat soft ground to sleep on.

The four of them set by a table in the now refurnished tavern, many people seem to occupy the place despite the late hour most went to bed on. "You two seems like you slept in a bed." Rolen, in his usual magical disguise, pointed back and forth at Emilia and Bolvar with a fork as he was hunched above his plate. "That's because we did." Emilia responded before taking another bite from her egg. "I thought of what to do next and maybe we should join the caravan until the next town." Bolvar stated as the dwarven barmaid brought him another mug of water. "We might have been able to if Henry wasn't banned" Emilia said. "speaking of which, I want to go buy some stuff at the caravan." Rolen stood, still hunched from a acking back and Emilia followed. "Let's go, I'll try doing something about Henry." On the way to the giant tent Bolvar stared at the fields of wheat stretching to the horizon, a saddened, distanced look on his face.

Gerry was standing at the tent's entrance, head in his hand, as they approached. Emilia took an additional step and began speaking loudly to the gnome's discomfort. "I am Emilia Chorus, a friend of Kana's harp's player and an acquaintance of Kana and those are…" Emilia's words trailed off as she turned along with Gerry's movement towards Henry. The gnome looked at Henry intently, as if trying to remember something, before he opened his mouth. "Welcome, just please keep your voice down, I have a migraine." Emilia nodded silently to the gnome and marked the rest to follow.

Only a few of the stands were set and open, some tables set with a tablecloth and some wagons with a big window on the side. The rest were bare tables and wagons of merchants who were packing their goods. Two of the gigantic pieces of cloth that served as the walls of the tent ware missing and revealed in the distance a metallic beam standing against the light blue sky. People ware moving from station to station with boxes and packs in hand and some ware putting them in carts and wagons.

Rolen continued following Gerry to a sizable wagon with a big open window and a sign says "Gerry's Glorious Goods". In the window stood a female halfling, dismissing an elven customer with many goods wobbling in a pile that reached well above his head. "Welcome to Gerry's Glorious Goods, the best general store chain in the world, we sell almost everything, so what do you need?" Rolen pulled on his simple shirt, adjusting it a bit "I require a sleeping solution for my travels." "we got some bedrolls for 1 gold each or we got a two-person sized tent for two gold." After a short moment of consideration, Rolen gave the shopkeeper two coins made of gold and received a bag filled with fabrics and metal sticks.

Emilia looked around the caravan, helping a few merchants on her way before finding an interesting looking wagon stall. The wagon was made of old weathered wood and the shopkeeper was an old human with white hair reaching beyond his shoulder blade and a robe, behind him was an array of weird and unusual Item. "Hello, I'm Stugolfen Eldinsnare. Do you wish to buy some magic items?" The man's voice was thin and crisp. Emilia leaned in to get a better look, "Do you perhaps have something for long distance communications?" Stugolfen reached down and pull out a necklace from under the counter. "This necklace can make you connect to others via telepathy."

"How much does it cost?" "let's see, about six hundred and fifty gold." Emilia kept her smile despite her frustration at the high price. "What about the sword behind you?" he put the necklace back to its place and took a short sword off of the wall. "This will be twenty seven thousand and five hundred gold." "and maybe, a healing potion?" he put the sword back and pull three gleaming red potions "three hundred and fifty gold per flask." "Do… Do you maybe have something under, I don't know, twenty gold maybe?" Stugolfen looked down "Do we have something of such price? No? ok, ok, no need to be rude. I'm sorry, but we have nothing of that price." "I see."

"What is this shop." Henry asked as he stood by Emilia, while Bolvar on her other side and Rolen behind. "Hello, my name is Stugolfen Eldinsnare." "Magic items shop" Emilia cut the man's introduction. "Do you have spell scrolls?" Henry asked with a glimmer in his eyes. "I have a magical gate scroll for forty thousand gold, or a wordly binding scroll for five thousand gold or a sun beam scroll for twelve thousand Gold." Rolen, eyeing a good looking travel clock and asked "How much for the clock?" "The billow cloak will be sixty gold. Thank you for purchasing." Seeing Rolen finished his purchase Henry continued. "Do you maybe have some brimstone or…" "If you use fire magic you better get sulfur or phosphorus." Stugolfen spoke suddenly. Intrigued by a fellow mage, Henry started chatting about spells and components, none of which Emilia understood.

Bored by her lack of understanding of the discussed topic, Emilia left the stall and looked around. Another piece of the large fabrics of the outer walls was missing and a few wagons ware exiting through. People stood at the opening, speaking with merchants and wagon owners and a few ware shone inside. "How am I supposed to put this in the cart?" a young looking halfling asked an older looking dwarf who was holding another box. "Here, let me help." Emilia picked up the box with ease as the dwarf chuckled behind "Are you going to let a scrawny girl embarrass you? No offence miss."

"I think such usage of major illusion can really produce most satisfying results, but the extent will be limited and the duration won't be much." Stugolfen spoke proudly then pausing a moment before speaking to the unseen person who seems to be with him. "I know such thing will take time to do. I don't need you to tell me the obvious. Though, the uses you mentioned are most intriguing." He raised his head to the three standing in front of him, looking at all three before cleaning the counter of components and speaking again. "I fear it is about time for me to depart to Elsinsword." Henry, Rolen and Bolvar took a few steps back as the wagon drove out of their eyesight behind another wagon only to not appear beyond it as expected.

Emilia pushed the giant roll of fabric, both on her right and left men, and two other women, pushed the heavy roll. "Hi, Emilia, right? You were great on stage. I'm Sharlen, Kana's fill-in harp." The gnome stretched his hand to Emilia, who took and shook it. "Thanks, you yourself unusually skilled for a fill-in. So, what can help you with?" The gnome scratched the nape of his neck. "Well, we are leaving here today…" "I couldn't guess." Emilia looked around at the people folding the tent and stands. "Well, yeah, I thought it might be a good idea if you and your friends will join us on our way to the next town." Emilia looked at Sharlen for a short moment before replying. "Sure, I'll ask the rest what they think." "Good, we leave within the hour, well, most of us do at least." He stared at a singular wagon that set off on the road.

Emilia returned to Bolvar picking up a crate, Rolen tying some ropes and Henry checking the ground. "What are you doing? Emilia asked as hunched down by Henry. "I'm trying to gauge what kind of magic the wagon used to disappear. I think the cart itself might have been a magical item." Emilia took a step back as she remembered. "The pipe." Bolvar put the crate on a cart and turned his attention to her. "What of it?" "I wanted to sell it to him." "So why didn't you?" Henry stood up and brushed off his robes. "Because you guys came and started speaking magic and it's not what metters now. Sharlen, Kana's harp player, offer us to join Blue Paradise's caravan to the next town."

"You mean like I suggested we should do?" Bolvar looked momentarily toward Rolen, we stood back in his usual disguise. "Don't fret over small details. Then we thought we couldn't enter, and now we also have Kana's band's support." "I think we should take him up on his offer." Rolen said as behind him a human is struggling to undo the mess of entangled ropes and ties he didn't make. "Do we know where the caravan is headed to? I don't think we should hop on if they all go to another destination then us." Henry said, taking notes of his findings. Bolvar looked at Henry curiously. "And what destination would that be?" Henry closed his book and the popups inside folded in. "Good point."