In the two hours that they spent walking downhill, it had become morning - a fresh, clear morning that tinged the hilly landscape with endless blue. When the village came into view, Adrien noticed activity in the square - people were crowding around what appeared to be booths; even from afar, he could hear the rumbling blur of chatter that rose from the crowd.

"What's going on?", he asked Val.

"Ah -- right, I forgot to tell you. Monday is market day".

"Oh", Adrien said. "I didn't know they did that".

"Having people from the rest of the region come sell their goods is a necessity in such a small town", Val said. "After all, Falderdeen only has one store and one inn".

"And the nearest city is days away...", Adrien added, his head low. "I've been wondering how do you even manage -- I mean, it can't be easy to find specialty magical supplies here".