[center][h2]Phoebe[/h2]
Location: Festival || Interactions: None[/center][hr][indent][center]. . .[/center]
	Phoebe's earlier assumption was right - for today, there was no such thing as a solitary spot for her. There were just too many people, and they'd filled nearly every inch of the Luna Crescente. Phoebe wondered where all these people came from; the city wasn't usually this populated. She wondered how many people came from outside the town just for this day.

	For want of a place where she could be alone, she decided to simply indulge in the only thing that she did for enjoyment in her free time - books. This being a festival, games and food weren't the only thing being sold in abundance. The sheer amount of new stalls that formed a market ensured that there were at least a few odd commodities out, some of which were rare or old books that weren't typically sold around here. Phoebe's supply of literature had dried up a few months ago, so this was a welcome opportunity to restock.

	So she found herself wandering around the festival once more, though this time around, not as aimlessly. She kept her eye open for stalls or booths that had books for sale. Considering how much money she'd earned on her jobs and how little of it she actually spent, she could buy as many as she wanted - the only problem would be how to transport all of them back to her room at the guild hall. 

	It's been a few minutes since she had walked away from Kitala and the others, and she had yet to find a decent book. Quantity of supply did not necessarily guarantee an abundance of quality, it seemed.
[/indent]