She could at least respect the man's enthusiasm in chasing the story. It was almost like her own interest in Thassilon, but not quite the same; somehow she doubted that the man wanted to know about the Devil just out of a sense of curiosity. When he asked what was going on, Malika tilted her head to the side slightly. [b]"Not a Desnan then, are you? It's the Swallowtail Festival: a big celebration held at the beginning of each Autumn. They should be releasing the butterflies soon in the town square. If you don't mind, I don't want to miss it."[/b] So saying, she started walking again towards the town center.