The rush, the noise...it felt great. Elizea bounced around the plaza, avoiding the streams of people, so as not to get in their way. Some seemed to be players, all carrying crates and packages...was it an event? Probably...she'd have to find a way to get in on it. As she skipped by a window, Elizea halted and backtracked. Her reflection...it was her's, right?...stared back at her. Long pink pigtails, vivid pink eyes...and an absolutely adorable pink outfit! She traced the tattoo under her eye, and on her arm, a vine-like design. "This is beyond cool..." Elizea mumbled. She had opted to go with a random appearance, and it was definitely worth it. It was such a vibrant, fun look!

Without her noticing, a man realized her staring in the window. Walking over and opening it, he caused Elizea to jump. "Oh, sorry, my dear...I noticed you looking into my shop. Interested in some new clothes?" He questioned, and Elizea noticed a tape measure and some thread hanging from the front pocket of his white, ruffled shirt. She glanced up at the sign above his door...on it, some thread and a needle were emblazoned. So he was a tailor? Sweet..."Uh, no thanks, sir..." Elizea said, a bit confused on how to proceed, before asking what was on her mind, "...but could you tell me what's up with all of these crates and things?"

"Well, haven't you heard? There's to be a festival in Windswept Oasis! Oh my, speaking of which...would you be willing to help me? You see, I have some bedding for the Inn, as they were a bit short. However, I can't get away at the moment..." The tailor asked, and Elizea jumped on the opportunity. "Sure, no problem!" She accepted with a smile. The tailor grinned, handing her a medium-sized box. "Thank you so very much!" Before she could ask where the inn was, the tailor was back to work. A notification appeared before her;

[i]Quest started: From Merchant to Merchant[/i]

"My first quest!" Elizea said giddily, before realizing...she had no idea where the inn was. Walking among the stalls, Elizea kept an eye out, but couldn't see anything in the crowd of people...how was she going to navigate the world without a mini-map? With a sigh, Elizea was passing the produce stall, when she heard a young man asking another where the inn was located. Ears perking up, Elizea walked over. "You're looking for the inn, as well? I'm glad I'm not the only one a bit lost..." Elizea greeted, chuckling a bit sheepishly to herself. She hoped the Veni Yan, as it seemed from the tattoos, knew where to go. Maybe she could follow the smaller Nobelle to the inn, just so she didn't get more hopelessly lost in the throngs. The crate wasn't the lightest thing, after all.