freedom_is_grey | Elves + Labyrinth = ridiculous 80s movies! Wait.

Now Quentin grins and almost laughs, "No, we're all kind of weird."

Liranan just barks. Twice.

He likes bipeds! Except when they are awful and have to die!

"Well. I think what we really need to ask," Ysalwen says, once she has recovered from trying to stifle what was a whole lot of laughter, "is whether you mind us passing through this cavern on our way out of the Labyrinth?"

"Yes, we've gotten very turned around," It is a labyrinth but one of the odder mazes he's been in.

"You truly want to leave all this?"

It can apparently be difficult to tell when a crystal dragon is joking.

"Well. I suppose I can help, if you'd like."

Ysalwen flicks a quick glance at Quentin, even as Liranan barks, tail wagging joyfully.

Apparently the dragon accepts Liranan's answer, because they use one crystalline claw to scrape the outline of a simple rectangular door into the wall. And a doorknob circle, too.

"There you go."

When the dragon carves the door, Quentin leans forward slightly to watch, its close to what Tuantha de Dannan do, "That's useful. We're grateful for your assistance."

Its as close as he'll get to using a thank you.

"Thank you," Ysalwen says for him, mostly because she has no idea it's an issue. "Feel free to drop by and say hello if you're ever near Amaranthine in Thedas. I'll keep some sheep for you."

You know. To be polite.

Liranan barks again! Ysalwen will keep her promises! Then he nudges his person's hand, because someone has got to actually open the door.

"Oh. Yes. Farewell."

And then she opens the drawn-in door and steps out into --

A very crowded room, carpeted in a fairly utilitarian pattern of swirls in non-offensive colors, with fabric-covered walls and many, many tables. Is that -- merchandise?

And if it is -- what kind of merchandise is it?

And what species is everyone who doesn't look human?

"Or if you're in the Summerlands near Shadowed Hills, I'll be happy to make you welcome,"

When Ysalwen opens the door, Quentin stops for a moment and then laughs before putting together a quick illusion around both of them to provide badges that say FantastiCon.

A stranger in very colorful armor stops and says, "Oh wow, who are you supposed to be? I've never seen such good ears before and that level of wear."

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"I -- Quentin, what -- "

It's the illusion magic that throws her, and she drops her hand to Liranan's back for support and comfort. It helps clear the confusion in her brain, too.

"Um. I'm the Hero of Ferelden."

That sounds like a reasonable -- okay, it may not be reasonable at all, but it's something that could be in a song somewhere, she can say it like a person says something that's true, and --

Well.

You get asked similar questions a lot at masked balls, so. Here they are.

Hopefully she did the right thing.

Liranan does not bark. There are so many people. This is strange. Is barking safe? He does not know!

"Ooh," says the person in armor, its really complex and yellow.

"I'm Quentin of Shadowed Hills and could you point us towards the food court? We lost our map after going swimming with some merpeople," He bows, courtly but with a smirk as from somewhere in the armor, the person pulls a program comes out, "Yes, of course, there's an information booth if you head towards the castle keep, you'd like them. They have awesome models and dice from crystals. But right, food, so past the castle, turn left at the giant robots and then through that door you'll be outside the hall and there's a place to eat down half a flight."

Quentin listens and nods in thanks before starting off, working to clear space by virtue of how he walks, people slightly shift out of their way and he looks for a quieter space. Sometimes being a noble is useful.

Near a booth that's full of stuffed creatures in some truly unnatural colors that are still adorable, he gestures, there's a space between the booth and the exhibition hall wall, "Here, we're out of the way a bit."

"Maker's breath," Ysalwen says, sagging into the shadows.

"What was -- he was dressed like a warrior, but he didn't move like one. It -- what's going on? This doesn't look like a ball, but it -- does, a little?"

"It sort of is, usually later there is a proper ball. Its called a convention and its where humans who like basically games, books, movies and stuff about variations on what our worlds are like come together. We're in the market part where companies that publish and produce everything sell along with fans with their own art. A big part of it is cosplay and that's why the illusion I put on is just our badges, without these we can't get around. If we follow his directions, we'll get out of this vendors' area and can pick up a program to figure out where we are. I've never been to one of these before but I've heard about them."

"So it's a party."

Does she sound like a person walking into their own execution?

No.

"Well, it's probably better than fighting things with lots of teeth, right?"

"Yes, and a market and there are usually panels where people talk about all sorts of things. Are you okay?"

He likes crowds, this kind of busy is what he's used to at court and he's comfortable moving through them.

"I don't know the local language or the customs, but on the whole I'm fine. Now that I know what this is, I mean."

Mostly fine.

It will do.

"Here that shouldn't matter too much, everyone's having a good time and I'll help. I haven't been to one of these but I know the general idea. Do you want to try and head out of this area, I think its one of the busiest parts,"

Toby doesn't like crowds so he's good at running interference.

"Well, it's a market, and I like those. So if you have any currency that they'd accept -- we could see if there's anything that counts as both interesting and useful?"

What? It's only sensible.

"Let me check my wallet, I should as long as its not too wet," He looks for his wallet which he had tucked away and pulls it out.

There's cash and coins, the cash is kind of damp, but it should work, "I think we'll be fine."

She grins, quick and bright.

"Well, then. Shall we look upon potential treasures and find something to bring home?"

Better than battle trophies! In a way.

"Yes, let's go that way," He laughs and points in the general direction of a shiny pile of something.

One pikachu keychain, two T-shirts, and a pretty but impractical pair of blue leather boots later --

"Some of these people are here for the first time, aren't they? I ask because haggling is an art, and -- no."

"Yes, I think so. No at what?"

There are lots of things to no at, he's currently trying not to stare too much at a group wearing cloth of some sort and he can't figure out if there's anything underneath. Without magic, that's a hard effect to pull off.

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"Some of these people have been terrible at it, is all."

She studies the same people Quentin is looking at, ruffling Liranan's ears as she does so.

The illusion of a service dog harness on him helps a lot. Strangely.

"I think it's done with wires? Maybe?"

"Haggling's not that much of a thing as it could be, maybe later on. I know at local markets near the end, all the bargaining happens. Where would the wires go?"

His question is heard and the group turn towards them and one of them who has a little of the Emcee in their paleness and catlike movement waves. The tips of Quentin's ears go slightly pink.

Ysalwen grins, waving back.

"I approve of the effect!"

Hopefully she can be heard!

(Zevran would approve.)

"It takes practice to move like this though the two of you could manage it," The man in layers of sunshine colored cloth bows to them with lots of flourishes, "Come dancing with us."

"I think that's supposed to be my line," Quentin says with a grin, he's still blushing at his ears, "Um, Fae."

"I like that, can your lovely dog dance, lady?"

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