With nothing pressing to attend to you decide to head to the festival so you can finally enjoy it.

Heading back to the main road you can hear the steady music, currently lively but not overwhelming. It’s still around noon so you have plenty of time to explore what the festival has to offer.

After several minutes of walking you come to the market stalls on the edges of the festival. You see there are many families wearing their best clothing, mostly of the Silvers region design, though you do see one or two people wearing foreign clothing.

Most of the vendors are selling various types of trinkets, cheap jewellery that has been marked up to be sold in the festival that’s for sure, and weapons made of bone and wood that can be given to someone younger to practise with. This is fairly typical for those of the lower class so that their children don’t injure themselves too much so are still able to work.

With what money you have, you could buy an intricately designed dagger of some kind, or perhaps a weak potion. Though with that much coin, you can’t buy anything with any permanent magical effects.

[Roll: D100]

Roll: 84 - Lucky

Something does interest your eyes. You know a little of dwarven magical runes, and spy some upon a dagger made of stone.

The stall owner is a human, bronze in skin as typical of those coming from the East, with long black hair. He has brown eyes that gleam with the gleam of a merchant. His eyes catch yours for a moment and he calls out to you.

“You, good sir, why don’t you come and take a, ah what would you say, gander at my wares?” He chuckles.

What do you wish to do? You may ignore the merchant and carry along your way, or go to see what this dagger is all about, and if it truly is magical in nature.

Make your choice.