As mid morning rolled around and the weather seemed to set itself for a pleasant day I strolled up to the guild tent. The guilds had obviously spent time rearranging themselves and I found I was able to step into the alchemists guild with ease and without the feeling I was intruding. To the left side of the alchemists guild area was a table filled with potions, bottles, bells and a mortar and pestle amongst other things.
I settled into my chair to sketch an area of the table. It became a challenge of composition, forms and a balance of symmetry. It seemed the alchemists had found a game just for me to play at the fayre and I appreciated it.
Not all games are of combat and deep thought. Some are a simple task of flinging a ball at target, Mattaus from the Vipers told me of such a game when he spared a moment to talk while I was sketching earlier in the day and I wandered to the tesseract to find and draw it. He had managed a clean hit in his three throws when he played it the previous day, better than I could do I suspect!
The warmth of the afternoon was a a pleasure. After enjoying a fine brew and a good lunch I wandered back to the wolf faction. For a while all was quiet and I sat outside my little studio tent. As I relaxed I cast my eyes to the scene in front of me. The camp fire was empty for now and I put pen to paper to set the scene in my book. My thoughts held dear the bards who weave their songs and tales around the flames as darkness sets in. Sadly for us this would be the last night we would hear the sounds of our high bard Mariena, it would seem she was taken from us that night and the world is a poorer place for her absence.
To the side of the viewing gallery of the tesseract a small door stood beneath a sign for the Children’s Embassy. The door was barred shut and framed by trophy heads set side of the sign. 
