[Virgil Marks]

A clock chimed faintly through the air as Virgil made ready. It was the first day of the Nox and a few of the shopkeepers had plans to begin making the lanterns and prayer vessels for the upcoming festivities. He’d prepared several baskets for the outing, two with food and another with building supplies, double checking said basket to make sure he’d gotten everything Katrine had asked for.

Flicking a glance out the stained-glass windows of his shop, a small smile flashed across the pale man’s face. As he caught sight of his fellow shopkeeps, he suppressed a laugh as he noticed the look of polite confusion on Sasan’s face. It was obvious the man was trying to understand another weird concept being brought to him by the ever-confusing cyborg Kaimid.

Scooping up the three laden baskets, Virgil used his hip to bump open the old oak door of his shop, listening as it jingled merrily behind him. He strolled to the approaching group, sending a smile Katrine’s way, and giving a nod to Lesallia, who was helping an excited Sebastian carry two stuffed baskets of food, most of which was probably high in sugar.