The traders had their own section of camp for themselves. Tents, kiosks, or simply wagons selling various goods or services. Traveling blacksmiths, magical curiosities, even bars that sold alcohol straight from the barrel. Naturally Ferric and Mica was also here. Ferric was repairing the wagon but it looked like Mica was sitting behind a makeshift trading table, with various magic trinkets and equipment laid out before him. When he spots you he smiles and waves. “Hello!”

Ferric eventually notices and stops what he’s doing to check on his son. “Well hello there! I see you found Sylvia, glad she’s alright Pylia.” The Cleric snorted and gave you a stink eye. “Physically she’s okay, but I think she might need something that’ll clear her head. Running off to have adventures without me, the nerve!” She says with playful frustration. Ferric chuckles, but then noticed Shortfang. “And um... Is the kobold with you?”