Mirion forgot how much a good shower and food could taste after a long day. He just finished relaxing a little before heading out to meet the rest of his companions giving them a nod. As they start their walk he can't help but still look around taking in the sights of this new place. When they are greeted he just crosses his arm over his chest "May the light find you and guide you." he says mimicking the greeting. He freezes from saying another word as his other companion speaks up, choosing to stay back and let Aliik do the talking.

As Rashar walks through the garrison, a familiar feeling overcomes him. The hustle and bustle of people wearing uniforms, carrying weapons, and focusing on a singular goal...he felt a taste of home, despite being in a foreign land. He also felt an strange urge to raise his right hand to the side of his head whenever passing one of the soldiers, whatever that would be for. When the centaur approaches, he remembers Iwan’s words about courtesy and bows. 

“Greetings.” He looks around the garrison, recognizing their significance. “We were once prisoners of the Night Market, but now we are free. We have you to thank for that.”

"Halla," the centuar replies her hand on her chest near her heart. "You deserve freedom as we all do who follow in the light," she explains as if there's no other way of thinking. "You," she says to Rhogar her bright expression gone. "You'll fine none of your skin amongst us and for good reason. The Unseelie have their way with most dragons. A packet our own dear queen would never enter. Be mindful of those you find yourself among not in your party here," she motions to your group. "Although they stay their blades now...should you find yourself alone you might not be so fortunate," she warns bowing to the dragonborn. She then looks back at the rest of the party. "Iwan grants me the honor of being tour guide. Where do you wish to venture? The market? The outer walls? The keep? I believe princess Danathann has been summoned to the throne room but we could see what the whispers were in court if we venture there," she adds her good humor returned.

Rashar thinks for a moment, before consulting his companions. 

“I don’t know about going to the court. Whatever etiquette and courtesy these people abide by is sure to be even greater there. We would not want to offend anyone on our first day in city. I would recommend going to the market or the keep. We should talk to some ordinary folk, perhaps purchase some weapons and equipment, before mingling with the nobility, where any social misstep is sure to have severe consequences.”

Rhogar bows awkwardly back. He looks around at the soldiers and knights again. No, this would not be home. But he would still help defend the light. He looks at the others.

”It is good to offer help. But how?” He smiles at the centaur. She is full of life. “Maybe we go to the court?”

But the archer makes sense. Rhogar would be out of place around royalty.

"The markets wouldn't be a bad place to start," Aliik agrees. He wouldn't mind seeing how the people live, here, and markets were a good place for that sort of thing. He didn't feel particularly comfortable with the idea of going to court; it was far too easy to misstep with the nobility, though he suspects that they will have to do so sooner or later. Still, better to get an idea of things, first. 

Mirion just nods "Would be nice to take a look at the market."

"Market it is," Halla replies with a nod. 

The party follows the centuar as they exit the garrison moving into a busy square. Behind them is the smallest of the three spires the one to the left of the center and tallest spire. It's base is a walled city that if seen from above would look like three circles connected by a common space. The borders fuzzy and interlocked. Each clock face has a spire at its center. They tower above but cast no shadow on the cities below. Moving away from the spire into the square Halla brings them to a large market. There are countless stalls and hawkers selling their wares. Beasts of burden lumber through the streets and passways carrying heavy loads of goods. It's a dazzling display of commerce and industry!

"Do you seek anything in particular," Halla inquires curiously.

(Rashar picked up a lot of weapons on his exit from the arena. Can he sell those?)

Rashar marvels at the incredible economic display in front of him. Looking at his armor and weapons, he says “My equipment may have served me well in a forgotten past, but it seems I may need an upgrade. I’d like to visit the armorer and weaponsmith, as well as purchase some...miscellaneous items. Is there anything magical on sale?” 

(Rashar will like to purchase 3 bags of Ball Bearings and 3 flasks of Oil, as well as two cases of Crossbow Bolts. He’ll also like to look around for a deal on a set of Studded Leather Armor, and any magical items).

Rashar remembers Halla’s warning to Rhogar and decides to accompany him to make sure no trouble comes his way.

Rhogar thinks of better armor immediately, but then pats his meager collection of coins in the pouch at his side. He will let the others shop if they wish. Besides, ever since Halla's words of warning, Rhogar wonders if the agents of the Night Market could be here as well. He scans the crowd for anyone or anything that may be a threat to the party but soon realizes he does not know this place or know what would look out of place. Instead he focuses his mind as much as he can to try and learn more from Halla.

"The army. Behind us. Is that usual? Are they preparing to leave?" He hopes she will be very forthcoming with her answers.

(OOC: Persuasion: 19 )

"Some more arrows, and some studded leather armour are much needed."

(I'm on mobile, so please excuse any mistakes and shortness)

Aliik considers for a moment, taking in the sights of the market. "Where might one look for potions of healing?" he asks Halla distractedly. 

"We've been preparing to move yes," Halla replies to Rhogar. "They're threatening attacks along our eastern border with the Night Vale. We intend to stand and fight even if the cowards have only attacked villages there and have yet to meet our forces head on since the wedding attack," she explains. "As for potions, weapons, and armor yes there are plenty of shops and stalls here that can provide what you seek," she adds gesturing around them.

OOC: The Night Market weapons aren't great. Your own equipment you got back is better. They'd be more like scrap melt in a fine Fey city full of master crafts people. You can always try tho!

Everyone hunting for something give me a investigation roll and a role play of how you're looking.

Aliik glances briefly at his companions before venturing forth towards the shops and stalls. The merchants advertising their wares catch his attention over and over to an almost dizzying degree, but he finds himself lingering briefly at a stall selling paper and charcoal, dithering over whether he should get more. He decides against it after another moment's thought, sighing wistfully as he passes by. He does still have a few pages in the back of his book and a stick of charcoal left. It isn't needed, at the moment. 

"Oh," he exclaims after shuffling a few feet, tilting his head as he thinks he hears something that could be potion bottles clinking together. "Now, where did that come from," he mutters to himself, clicking his beak a couple times absently as he tilts his head back and forth to listen. 

Investigation: 18

Rhogar watches Aliik walk to the stalls of paper. This is not good he thinks. We will be separated. Rhogar tries to find a position where he can keep an eye on all of his companions in case of trouble.

Rashar sees Rhogar's concern about splitting up, and says to him, "Don't worry. We should safe here- you saw the impressive garrison these people have. Come, let us search for some better weaponry and perhaps try some of the local food."

Rashar is searching for an armorer or weaponsmith and prefers to ask the locals for directions. He finds the nearest unoccupied person and says, "Greetings. Would you happen to know the direction to the blacksmiths? We are warriors seeking to defeat the Unseelie, but we are in need of stronger equipment."

Investigation: 12 Persuasion(if needed): 8

Afterward, Rashar turns to Rhogar. My friend, this is quite the place, isn't it? A strong military, kind and stoic folk, and impressive economic wealth. It's almost...utopic. Something is off. It is unnatural that these people seem to be beacons of pure good, something I would only expect in the heavens, the domain of the gods. Perhaps you're right to watch your back here."

Rhogar nods along with what Rashar says. “It feels good. They did save us.” He scans the crowd again. “But maybe not all good. Maybe not all like us.”

He will accompany Rashar but try to keep an eye on Aliik if the blacksmith isn’t far from the paper and writing tools.

Mirion will begin to look around, like his companions, for better armor than his chain mail.

OOC:

investigation check: 21

Aliik finds a a peddler in a small wooden cart who has a belt across his chest with tinkling potion bottles of all shapes and colors. He also has a great big chest that's open revealing all manner of brews, poultices, and medicinal items for sale.

He's a black coated lion man with burgundy robes and several chains with gems adorned him his neck as well as rings on his fingers.

"Don't be shy my friend," the Leonin man calls out to Aliik. "Potions and poultices made by myself, Percival Dantes, as well as holiest of my clan for generations! If magic can't cure what ails you then our wares certainly will," he adds cheerily.

Halla looks at Rashar who stops an elven woman who looks nervous then relaxes as the centuar steps up as well.

"It's just over there," the woman answers Rashar. "Where the smoke is," she adds then hurries away back about her business.

The party moves on towards the smithy leaving Aliik and Rhogar by the potion maker as Kyrain, Mirion and Rashar move with Halla towards the smithy. They find several on this street and can have their pick of dwarven or elven smiths. All have fine wares on display but the elves look to have more weapons than armor on a cursory glance.

"A pleasure to meet you," Aliik offers as he approaches the cart, looking curiously at what he can see of the items in the chest. "Ah, I'm looking for a healing potion, if you have any available," he explains, clicking his beak. This is all quite out of the realm of his experience, really, and he glances to see if he can spot Kyrian briefly, finding himself somewhat anxious. When he notices Rhogar's presence, he does relax somewhat; while he doesn't know the Dragonborn near as well, a familiar face is welcome at his side amongst the strangeness. 

"My friends and I were recently...retrieved from the...I believe they called it the Night Market? I'd like to be a little better-prepared should we run into trouble again," he realizes he's rambling and stops, ducking his head.