“This is how you shoot an arrow.” Exclaimed Roan to the gathered onlookers and contestants alike after his shot had hit the center of the target. Leaving the shooting zone with a smirk at what clearly would be his second victory of the day, he returned the borrowed bow to where he had taken it before watching the next participant. Shortly after, the joy of the victory was gone when most participants were unable to even strike the target. Suppressing a sigh for the third time in quick succession, Roan ridiculed aloud the worst performances, disappointed at the lack of a challenge this competition had in comparison to the tug of war where he and that other man had essentially carried their teams. "Are you even aiming?”; “The target is there you know.”; ”Keep shooting like that and soon we will be mourning the chickens.”

Around noon, Roan moved toward the cathedral while noticing that occasionally the passers-by would speak about him when he passed. Satisfied that now he would be taken seriously by the locals, he kept moving until he saw a multitude of people gathered around a large wagon. Crossing his arms at the man speech, Roan looked at the sky and the flying butterflies, wondering how many he could hit with his longbow from where he was. When all of them had vanished from his sight, he walked toward the tables to enjoy the free food. His fist bite of venison finally revealed to him a positive characteristic of the city, especially after days of eating only rations and bland meat. Experimenting all the dishes exposed he was forced to admit this was one of the tastiest festivals he had gone too. With even that damned Hagfish Lobster being decent. Moving all around the place on this endeavor Roan still kept looking for any hint of his query, ready to intercept anything or anyone that could probably answer what he needed to know before he set off to accomplish his task.