It was here, in this city, that the Magocracy of Allain found itself in the throes of brutal rebellion by its largely mundane masses. Not just a rebellion, but a [i]massacre[/i]. That was what this celebration found itself dedicated to, one that people now danced about in rampant joy and drunkenness to. Allain was never an innocent state, never by any measure or regards and certainly not in that time, but the revelations that flowed through the primal as she relived elements of the past as psychic fragments born of the event told her just who these people of Bourgund really were. The retaliation and siege that followed in retribution for the men and women slain held this city at risk for weeks, driving them to the point of near starvation, were broken only by an outsider - a druid.

[i]"Kassidy..."[/i] Arthera paused in both tongue and thought, blinking to reflect upon the knowledge she gained and had breathed out in whisper.

With the interlude between recall, she noticed Ceria looking her over whilst handling one of the arrows and removing some of the splinters from her palm. It seems she had been successful in capturing one mid flight, adding in word thereafter that the parade shared similarities to a carnival. Arthera could not say one way or another if that were true, but she would trust the elf's word on that matter. It would not surprise her that the common folk would behave this way as they did. She replied after with but a soft nod, thinking back over the mysterious name and what importance it had to her.

[i]Kassidy, "The Wolf of Bourgund", was a druid who found herself in the city when the uprising began. The same of whom was responsible for feeding the masses and negotiating the peace between the two... and one in the same with the banner they so display.[/i] The silence within her own thoughts drown out the noise beyond through concentration, leading the vicious looking woman to be in a place of calm reverie.

It broke only when Ceria spoke directly to her.

[i]"You s'pose now is as good a time as any to get his attention?"[/i]

Looking over the parchment once more before so much as a word came in reply, Arthera rolled the sheet and placed it within the inside of her robes, nestled in a pocket that rest against her chest. She examined from there the situation that seemed to play out, where the guardsmen prevented the crowd from drawing too near and up while they dispersed. This was a matter for subtlety and honeyed, but honest words. Things Arthera was not an expert in - not with her abrasive demeanor, towering physique and unusual appearance. Not unless the rest of their band had no better idea.

"... let us see what the songstress and the others have in mind. I would rather not invite myself in by demonstration." She said, looking down to the huntress.