[color=0076a3]"Right, get that to the mages now mates, those critters on our way out of that place slowed us down more than we thought! Don't forget to track down that Adventurer who is holding our pay, we don't work for free after all!"[/color] A group of mercenaries that had been hired on by the Adventurer's guild were making their way in from one of the side ways into the town, among them being a man who looked a tad old for simple mercenary work. Of course, he was very much beyond a humble mercenary, but he wasn't one to brag. Instead, he was currently tracking down the Guild liaison he had to report the artifact's arrival to, since they had been delayed by unforeseen circumstances. Of course, it did not take terribly long to track down such a man, as he had been trying to track down the mercenary as well. The two did not speak for long, little of consequence outside coin changing hands for services rendered. Sometimes such Guilds needed to contract outside their typical manpower, for a variety of reasons, and men like Weiland Voss often found themselves filling in for such roles. Tipping his imaginary hat to the man as he rushed off to facilitate the relic being added to the displays discreetly, Voss reckoned he might as well stay for awhile and see the sights. He hadn't been this far out of the way of his usual stomping grounds, as it were, in quite some time and it was clearly a festival day after all.

	Slipping his hands into the snow white pockets of his coat, Weiland strolled into the main streets of the town where the stands and displays were set up proper, idly wandering along humming to himself, pausing at random to inspect the odd relic or food stand. They all seemed to be serving similar versions of the same dish, not that it looked bad, it looked a damn sight better than the rations he had been eating during the trek out and back for the item they were contracted to find. He would have to snag himself a bowl at some point, but he wasn't quite hungry enough for that gamble yet. Besides, he needed to maintain the light schedule of eating he typically worked on when, well, working. He had to adjust how his heavy looking blade and pistol rested, mostly to avoid jostling people or otherwise hooking onto things he most certainly did not want to, while the pistol was shifted to prevent it from being easily grabbed. Old tricks, paranoia even, but having his weapon snatched at enough times taught him that lesson all too well.

	Considering he wasn't actively paying attention to where he was walking, busy with adjusting how his kit was being carried, Voss completely failed to avoid running into a young....man? Woman? Weiland was snapped out of his distracted state, realizing he had run into someone a couple inches shorter than him, far more fancifully dressed, and had seemed rather focused on the food around them, to an almost obsessive degree to a casual observer like Weiland. Still, he hadn't meant to jostle the young...person, as he still couldn't pin a gender down pat, and apologized frankly enough. [color=0076a3]"Agh, sorry 'bout that friend. Guess I got distracted by all the goings on 'round these parts right now, eh?"[/color] He chuckled easily, taking the blame for the collision without any hesitation, it had been his fault after all, and the last thing he needed was to be getting into trouble so soon after his return. Though he had to admit, he was rather curious at how solid the impact had been for someone as slight looking as this...person had been.

[@Lumiere]