While the boys are out haggling for rides, Ylis pokes around looking for a shop that might sell some ribbon. Bouncing up to look into a window she spies what might be a promising shop.

The sharp ding-ding of the bell over the door alerts a young goblin lady dressed in a cute blue shift that matches her eyes. She smiles at Ylis in spite of the bunny girl's rough appearance. Being quite helpful the girl shows Ylis a rack with a full rainbow of ribbon colors, widths, and styles. Trying to be frugal, the bunny girl initially picks the thinnest and most simple type of ribbon on the rack but is drawn to a blue/green spool with ruched edges. It might cost more, but it was cute. She then picked out a spool that looked like it was laced with real gold trim for Joy.

Joy straightens a little at Vazo’yn’s commanding words, her hazel eyes shining with admiration for his presence. She lets him take the lead, content to let his booming declaration settle into the air. When he leans closer to Tulk, drawing the bugbear in with that golden-eyed intensity, Joy smiles softly and folds her hands at her waist.

When Vazo’yn finishes, she tilts her head and lets her voice slip in like sunlight after thunder. “It's true,” she says warmly, her braid swaying as she steps closer. “We follow a path greater than ourselves. And those who lend even a small kindness to such a cause are never forgotten.” Her tone is gentler than Vazo’yn’s but no less earnest.

She lifts a hand to touch the emblem of Lathander gleaming at her chestplate, the light catching it as though to emphasize her point. “The Morninglord especially blesses those who aid the weary, guide the lost, and show generosity. I believe He smiles on all who help us walk this destined road. Should you choose to do so, Tulk, you would not only be part of the tale Vazo’yn speaks of…but part of the dawn we strive to bring.”

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