“Sylvia... Thorne... Good to know!” The guard wrote your name down, checked a list, and moved along. Once inside the streets were flooded with people working hard at their job or making preparations for the festival, possibly both. It forced the two vehicles to be very close to one another as they moved through the streets. To awnser your question, Andras shouted over the crowd. “No important holidays I can think of! There is competition in a month but that’s too far for these festivities!”

Soon however, it was time to part ways. In a larger square area, Andras stopped he cart in front of a modest looking store front. He asked Ferric to stop as his family got out of the cart. “Well then, everyone, this is it. This my brother’s shop, whom I usually sell my produce with. I can’t thank you all enough for everything you’ve done for us. I... I know we’ll have a hard time for a while, but thanks to you all my family has a Chance again. So thank you. And I won’t forget what I owe you either. Come back here tomorrow and I promise something for everything you all done for us.”