Reynault and his father, Lord Baldwin, tried the best they could to manuver their chocobos through the massive crowed of people. It was near midday, and Reynault knew his father was getting frustrated. Lord Baldwin had an appointment to keep, but its nature was still a mystery to his son. Baldwin was a stern and occasionally harsh man, so Reynault wasn't going to pry. After pushing through a mass of people, they reached a humble but well used tavern. The two dismounted and Baldwin went to his son. 

"Stay here. I'll be back after my appointment. Try not to get into trouble." said Baldwin. Reynault nodded, but was suprised when his father placed a modest sack of Gil into his son's hand. "Try to have some fun, too." Baldwin smiled.

Reynault was 19 years old and had known his father his entire life. His father trained him in the use of arms and court ettiqute. This was the first time Reynault had seen his father smile. Either something very good or very bad was on it's way. 

Still, Reynault wasn't about to turn down free gil, especially when theirs a festival going on. He does his best to squeeze his way into the packed tavern and orders a drink, hopefully the first of many.