Heritage Festival ((Open to All))

Soshi had heard about this festival a while back, and figured she may as well she what the others from every corner of the world felt about various things. She was more wondering how others might react to... her honestly. In her bag, she had some gems she'd crafted, but they weren't ordinary gems. She had some ideas, and hoped that she might could find someone to give one too.

She would soon find herself walking into a tent, seeing the various hides. "You seem quite skilled, hunter."

Meanwhile, Sul and his daughter, El, slowly walk in. They were there to show the culture of the desert town of Ammos. At least Sul was. El was just dancing the music, with the teen getting a chuckle out of her father.
"Ok you, give me hand with these." El rolled her eyes a little and helped off load the rugs before going off to explore.

Soshi looked at the woman, Addali, and smiled, shaking her hand as she spoke up. "Soshi, and the pleasure's mine." Soshi smiled, slowly feeling one of the furs, and was surprised as how well it looked. "I don't where you found these, but they're beautiful, and feel warm. Anything other than trade bring you to the festival?"

A small army of nobles, knights, and their retinues had descended upon Anthropinos. The Leostonnian delegation wasn't just one to share in the festivities but one of a much greater purpose. This contingent represented Leostonnia and served to strengthen the diplomatic ties between the City-state of Anthrophinos and the Kingdom of Leostonnia, in essence behind the guise of the celebrations the entourage was to act as envoys both politically and to show the strength of Leostonnia. To this end, it wasn't one but two Princes of Leostonnia which attended the Heritage festival of Anthrophinos. Solomon was accompanying his elder brother, Crown Prince Alexander Wyrmfyre who intended to meet the Queen of Anthrophinos to strengthen the cordial relationship between the two nations.

The Leostonnian's were granted permission to set up upon a large open park within the City centre a day before the festivities began. The park had now become a jubilant encampment to kin a military camp, a sea of pitched tents with colourful pendants fluttering in the mild wind denoted the coat of arms and colours of individual nobles and knights. Their coat of arms and standards littering the park in what seemed like a maelstrom, forming a circle what seemed to protect the merchant tents what called out for the citizens of Anthropinos and others who had arrived for the festival to browse the wares of Leostonnia. At the heart of the maelstrom, the largest attraction of Leostonnian culture was set up in the form of a tournament ground. Pavillions and stands surrounded a melee pit where knights in full plate duelled one another, and a jousting field had risen up alongside it.

Countless individual bouts, jousts, and feastings had already been conducted from the early hours of the morn' despite the Royal box Pavillion of Leostonnia remaining empty, with the Crown Prince engaged with pleasantries up in the Palace of Anthropinos meeting with the Queen of the City, while Solomon himself sought to explore the rest of the festivities of the City before having to fulfill any official duties overseeing the champion bouts what would rage on in the evening of the day. To this end, Solomon, accompanied only with his page stalked the streets of the City, taking in the sights, wares, and the exotic smells of food from the various cultures of humanity that had come to embrace the heritage festival. He still wore his armoured attire, although his Helm was being carried by his page, the crest and coat of arms upon his surcoat showing the colours of the Wyrmfyres of Candor.

It was then that Solomon stumbled upon the tent of Addali Chezie, unknownst to himself, as he paid no attention to Addali nor the Woman who spoke to her, instead he was fixated upon the hides. Kneeling as he examined the hides in scrutiny seeking to find a suitable replacement for his saddle, thus the hide's would be ideal ingredients for the leatherwork which was no doubt to follow. His page meanwhile remained stood behind him, carrying his helmet yet turned to face the two women and bowed his head accordingly. Like his master the page wore the surcoat of Solomon, however, he had no armour to accompany it, only a plain gambeson underneath the colours. Remaining in silent as his master Solomon continued to browse the wares of the small tent. Solomon himself still oblivious to those around him.

[I meant to reply to this a while back, but as per usual chaps, forgive me my tardiness haha. Also, not gonna lie, as I was writing this I was also thinking of the song "prince Ali" from Aladdin as I imagine the Leostonnian's entering the City]