Rainblade-Ryalors Open Vulpinsula & Surroundings Westisle Cultural Appreciation Day

[Daniil Ryalor]

Daniil looked thoughtful as he considered that suggestion. "That... That's actually a good thought," he admitted. "I mean, if we can find a todd we both trust, one who we are sure will treat her with kindness and patience and understanding, then she might actually give him a chance. Not Alwyn, though," he hastened to add. "Cousins marrying isn't exactly outside of tradition in the Ryalor family, and technically speaking since we're adopted, even by Vulpinsulan ethical standards it's a little looser, but... Well, I like my cousin, but he's definitely not right for her at all."

Mileya looked up sharply as the merchant named his price. "Gakki-san, kitto ii machigaeta no ne. Sen happyaku to ittakedo, hyaku hachi-jū no tsumoridatta ni chigainai wa."* She gave Asta a small, reassuring smile.

*"Mr. Musical Instrument, surely you must have misspoke. You said one thousand eight hundred, but you must have meant one hundred eighty."

 

[Caden S. Freemont]

Caden laughed loudly enough that several nearby beasts turned to look at him. He shook his head, toning his laughter to a small chuckle before he spoke. "Alwyn? No, no I definitely wouldn't--He's a good beast, don't get me wrong, but he's not exactly stable, not in the way I'd want were I to set somebeast up with him." The marten rocked back on his heels as he thought. "None come to mind currently, but given our various connections, it's only a matter of asking around and getting to know some beasts. I'd say we're good judges of character, and if not us, then we just sit our potential in a room with Asta, and she'll know if he's worthy within five minutes."

The jill in question watched with curiosity as the vendor spoke with Mileya. She had been picking up on some of the language, but it was so different from Vulpinsulan and Varangian that she could only detect some words rather than any coherent meaning. The vendor's frown told her well enough that he was displeased with Mileya's haggling.

"Surely you know how weak the gilder is, milady," he said. "These are finely crafted instruments imported directly from artisans in Westisle. One hundred eighty would be an insult to their great talent. One thousand if you must barter, but even that is a great bargain for such an instrument."