Modesty had done a round of the stalls, greeting each of those who had set up to sell their wares, even stopping to buy an item or two in passing. Happy everyone was set up comfortably, she made her way back to the food vendors by the fire, taking a tea from Sakana's stall and some seasoned goat from another. Everything was going reasonably well, or so she thought, but she wouldn't quite allow herself to relax until the sun was rising on the eastern horizon.

Reclining at the edge of the pool of light thrown by the bonfire, she looked over the attendees milling about. It had been a better turn out than she had expected.

"speech"

The notice for a market in Raider lands drew Delphi's interest westward from the mountain. She didn't want to miss out on the possibility of obtaining rare herbs and other items that weren't found near Hemlock lands. Making her way toward the moor with a barrel of ale pushed by her companions, she feels the excitement build as the flicker of fire and din of conversation grows louder. As the sun set along the horizon, bringing about a joyous atmosphere, she searched first for the one who put this all together. After a few questions, she was pointed in the direction of Kenway, a patchwork boy who entertained the crowd atop a barrel.

Delphi also notices Modesty lingering around the outskirts as well and figures that perhaps giving the barrel of ale to her would be better so as to not disturb the boy and his theatrics. Approaching the Raid Queen casually, she smiles up at the dire woman while her companions push the barrel forward. "I bring a thank you gift for allowing strangers into your lands after everything that has transpired," she says, mentioning the hardships that had gone on between the Raiders and Ethne. "It is the last brewed barrel of Vidarr's so I figured who best to enjoy it than one of his friends," Delphi smiles wide as her companions uncork it and fill up two cups, one for each lady.

"Delphi"

Modesty's tail thumped the ground in greeting as Philadelphia approaches and she gestures to the open space beside her, a look of surprise on her face at the offering. This had been intended as an opportunity for commerce, she certainly hadn't expected gifts. Still, she accepts the offered drink gratefully. "Thank you for coming all this way, surely the Armada market is more convenient? We wanted to have a smaller scale offering down this way, for those that don't want to cross the continent, but we are glad to see you all the same."

She was surprised to hear that this was Vidarr's last brewed barrel, she had only met the leader briefly and hadn't heard word of his demise outside of Philadelphia showing up in his stead to Artorias's meeting. "Any trouble with the new neighbours?" She queried casually, not quite sure what to expect to hear from one who lived so close to the Syndicate. For her grandchildren's sake, she hoped the news was promising.

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