[h3]Tour de Rouge, Fields[/h3]
	“Just don’t spook ‘em and we’ll get along fine.” The cart driver said. He stared at Tirnea as she tried to bond with the horse. When it turned away from her, he simply shrugged. As she returned, Veronica and Serena were discussing their method of transportation. Veronica seemed to be somewhat unappreciative of it, asking why they couldn't just get horses of their own.

	“Well, I am not the best with horses,” Serena said. “To say nothing of our companions. You should be very grateful, Veronica. I had to make my first journey on foot, back when I was younger. I find being able to rest my feet on a chase like this to be quite a novelty.” Veronica opened her mouth to retort before giving up, taking her helmet out of her bag and setting it down next to her with a sigh. Serena began to rest her eyes, though she opened them briefly to watch Tirnea as the cart set off and she struck the ground with her staff. The ride turned out to be somewhat bumpy, the cart occasionally shaking violently as it went along the roads of Tour de Rouge.

	“That thing you’re doing with your club,” Veronica said to Tirnea. “What is it, exactly? Some kind of spell?” She was enamored with the bizarre, precise ways she struck the earth, like some sort of dance. She admittedly didn’t even know that much about staves, as the Crescent family was somewhat notorious back home for rarely using them, preferring to channel magic through some other bizarre means. Still, she thought her hammer was close enough to one.
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[h3]Falke, East Shopping District[/h3]
	“Thanks!” Rebecca said with a smile. “The exact details, models, and formulas are probably a bit boring and confusing to someone who isn’t well-versed on physics, magical mechanics, and Animus Theory, but I could probably run down the basics of Resonance Theory once we get a chance to stop. She’s my pride and joy, but hopefully I won’t have to demonstrate it before then.” She thought that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to be throwing that kind of information around, but The Choir never regarded Resonance Theory as anything especially important anyhow, so she supposed it was her way of sticking it to them. She listened as Chambala detailed her experiences with city life.

	“Maybe people wouldn’t see you like that if you didn’t dress so… proudly,” Rebecca offered. “Not that I’m complaining, that is… I mean, well… Sorry, let’s just get out of here.” That certainly didn’t come out right… She sighed and shook her head as she waited for her friend to grab her things from the tavern. What a day this was turning out to be...