The breakfast proceeded for most with simple conversation. Once Ariel finished her last mouthful she rose from her seat and told everyone that she was going to get some things from her shop and come back to the inn before they left. As she left, she wondered whether she would get used to calling it 'home', but she supposed more nights spent sleeping in a bed inside of it would help. Having her own room last night was certainly a strange thing to come back to after travelling for so long. The pack didn't have to wait long before she returned, and by that time, they were all ready to go.

On the walk there, Sabine walked close to Ariel. She kept her head somewhat low though. It made her seem more withdrawn than usual. Ariel attempted some conversation with her, and Sabine managed to give some answers, but she was quiet and didn't say anything else than just answers, as usual.

The festival grounds in the city's main square was once again transformed today. Whereas yesterday had many lanes for parades and areas for music, art, dance and all manner of other sights, today was less focussed on cordoned off events. There were a few areas in the centre for some events; competitions, music, and even a dais for a theatre play. The rest of the square was a hodgepodge of vendors attending to cauldrons full of stew, grills covered in sizzling meat and vegetables, or simply displaying freshly prepared other foods: cakes, pastries, salted or otherwise preserved foodstuffs, drinks of every kind, everything. It would have been hard to believe, but there was a greater diversity of food than the opening day. Less hard to believe was the increase in quantity. But even these vendors appeared sparsely placed amongst the crowds of people, most of whom seemed to be sitting on a sea of thin rugs of various colours that had been placed on the ground. Unlike the activity and excitement of the previous few days, this appeared to be a toned-down affair, despite the persisting noise from chatter. Apart from the vendors, event participants, or anyone purchasing food, everyone was sitting and eating something with their friends and family and generally enjoying themselves. In one part of the event areas, some tables with goblets and bottles were being set up within the view of the pack. The wine tasting was beginning soon.

The pack didn't get far into the square before they were stopped by a group of three Argonian men, each pulling a small two wheeled cart stacked with rolled up rugs. The one in charge addressed them with a smile while the other two each pushed a rug into the hands of the closest two of the pack. At the time this was Meesei, and Lorag. The rugs appeared to be big enough together to comfortably seat the entire pack.

The leader spoke clearly in Jel to explain. He must have been a greeter of some sort. [i]"Welcome to the day of feasting! Fill an empty spot on the ground with a rug and your buttocks and fill an empty spot in your stomach with food! We kindly ask that you return the rugs to us or anyone else pulling the carts today once you are finished. We will remain at the main entrances to the square until the feasting is done."[/i] The man raised one finger, [i]"Remember the rule, you must talk to someone you do not know today and share your food with them. There are no ranks here, the highest merchant to the lowliest commoner are all seated on the same level."[/i] For what was probably a shtick that he and the others pulling the carts had to repeat to everyone arriving, he seemed to be rather passionate about it. A question could be raised as to how they intended to enforce this 'rule', or even if they expected the rugs to return. The rule itself seemed to be more of a spirited guideline however, and the quality of the rugs suggested that they were prepared to lose at least some. Still, it was better than dirtying one's clothes on the ground.

The pack stood awkwardly for a moment. Ariel understood most of it, but Fendros had spent less time with the language and found himself lost. It didn't help that none of the others but Meesei knew a word of Jel.

Janius broke the silence, "What was that he said?" The pack looked to Meesei expectingly.