Hydaelyn's Chosen

The five combatants returned to Gridania and walked straight to the Lotus Stand. Kan-E-Senna was waiting for them, E-Sumi-Yan and her guards at her side.

"The Elementals informed us of your victory. Thank you."

Khei'to bowed deeply while Emeraude smiled.

"We did our duty, as we were asked. And it is good that you let me come along because the Lambs had managed to call a soulflayer. Worry not, the fiend lies dead."

E-Sumi-Yan crossed his arms and looked at Shira and Kiyohime.

"The Elementals also said five of the Mother's Champions had gathered. I get it these two bear a crystal as well."

Khei'to turned to Lyrian. E-Sumi-Yan shook his head.

"Kan-E-Senna already informed me Lyrian had a Crystal. I admit, it came as a surprise. For one guilty of his crime to be chosen…"

Kan-E-Senna's face darkened.

"Actually, Lyrian leaving the Twelveswood was necessary for him to obtain his Crystal. There was… something in the Woods that held a part of himself back, and Hydaelyn needed said part free before she could Choose him."

Lyrian frowned.

"It must be my magic, then. The Elementals threaten me with Woodsin anytime I try to use it in the Woods. I don't have such restriction in Thanalan and La Noscea."

E-Sumi-Yan's eyes widened.

"Of course! Apologies, I keep forgetting about your magic. Naturally, the Elementals would not be keen on a magic that takes control of their domain to manipulate it. So, your exile was necessary to Hydaelyn's plans. Seeing things under this light explains a lot of things, and I feel sorry for the hardships you had to endure. Especially…"

"You don't have to say his name." Lyrian shook his head. "I'd like if you didn't"

"It still hurt, doesn't it?"

The Duskwight nodded. Shira looked at him.

"What happened?"

Khei'to explained with gestures. He pointed to Lyrian, then to E-Sumi-Yan and slapped the air hard. He then circled E-Sumi-Yan and Kan-E-Senna, showed Lyrian and made a sharp 'get out' gesture. Kiyohime nodded.

"I understand."

"This is the short story." Kan-E-Senna agreed. "And one I am loath to dwell on. We are taking steps so it doesn't repeat. Now, may I ask for your names?"

Shira and Kiyohime looked at one another.

"Shira and Kiyohime Kaburagi. We come from Namai, a small village in Yanxia. We were forced to flee along some of our friends after an incident with the Garleans."

"My husband, Aomaru, knew from his father that the land of Eorzea remained unbowed to Garlean dominion." Kiyohime explained. "We decided to find haven there. Two of our friends remained in Limsa Lominsa, two settled in Ul'Dah while my brother and I decided to further our knowledge in Magic and War. My love being a healer by trade, we headed to Gridania where the masters of healing magic were found."

E-Sumi-Yan nodded.

"Aomaru… I heard of this name. He joined the Conjurers some time ago and has proved an amazing healer. However, I found him reluctant to hurt a living being, so his mastery of the offensive side of Conjury is lacking."

Kiyohime's eyes softened.

"My love made the vow to never hurt a living being, and thus leaves the fighting to me when he can afford. However…" A smirk crossed her face. "His vow does say living. Machines, undead and other kinds of construct needn't apply."

E-Sumi-Yan nodded.

"This is indeed a loophole to abuse. Now, I am not one to ask for personal question, but your husband has a peculiar look for a Lalafell. Now I see your brother, I notice their scales look similar."

To everyone's surprise, Kiyohime chuckled.

"This is because my love is of mixed blood, like lady Emeraude. His father is Lalafellin while his mother is an Ao Ra from the underwater city of Sui-no-Sato. This is why he has scales despite otherwise looking like a Lalafell."

"An Au Ra-Lalafell hybrid. I understand. Interesting. So Au Ra is the race of your brother."

"Yes. The white-scaled ones are Raen while the dark-scaled ones are Xaela."

Shira turned to Lyrian.

"Speaking of which, I noticed my appearance didn't startle you. Have you met some of my kind before?"

"Yes, in Limsa Lominsa." Lyrian nodded. "There was a woman called Kiyoko that was working with the rogues…"

"Kiyoko?" Shira's face lit up. "Was there a man with her? A Hyur called Yui."

"Yes."

Shira couldn't hold his laugh.

"Azim, can the world be small! Yui and Kiyoko are the first couple of friends we fled with. When they heard the rogues were knife users, they decided to join. Are they doing fine?"

"Yes. Kiyoko showed me some techniques to go unnoticed and helped me recover parts of my memories. Your friends aren't just rogues, right? They called themselves ninja."

"True. Yui and Kiyoko trained in the arts of Ninjutsu and were quite skilled at their craft… Is it me or did you say parts of your memories were missing?"

"Lyrian's memories are indeed missing." Kan-E-Senna explained. "Five years ago, Jehantel the Godbow found him at death's doors, his body lying in its blood and his mind shattered. By a miracle, he survived, but all he could remember was his name and his age. All the rest, we believed lost until the memories began trickling back a few months later. First the voice of a mother, then a lesson in wielding water… Now, most of them have returned but the most crucial remain unfound. This has caused him no end of grief."

"Kiyoko helped me remember something about my family." Lyrian explained. "My grandmother was a ninja and had begun teaching me her craft before the Calamity. This explains my skills with knives."

"So, another piece returned. A good new, this is."

Shira nodded and held a hand. The red crystal appeared.

"Now, about those crystals…"

"Right, this is indeed the main subject there."

They gathered around the table. There were documents on it, among which Lyrian recognized the drawing of the hexagram the Elder Seedseer had showed him. Kan-E-Senna looked at the group. An amnesiac Duskwight Bard, a mute Miqo'te White Mage, a half-bred Dark Knight of noble birth, if the last name Fortemps was to be believed, and a pair of foster siblings from Doma, one Au Ra and the other Lalafell, archmage and warmaster in-training. A strange crew if there ever was one.

And Hydaelyn had chosen them as their Champions. The Mothercrystal truly worked in mysterious ways.

"First thing first, since Shira and Kiyohime are not Eorzean of birth and know not about the Mothercrystal, I believe it wiser that to instruct them on this point."

Everyone agreed. Hydaelyn was, after all, the origin of their crystals. Before understanding their nature, they had to know who was the deity that had chosen them.

"Hydaelyn, also known as the Great Cystal, the Allmother or the Mothercrystal, is the highest deity worshiped by Eorzeans. We see her as the origin of all life, the Goddess of Light. A gigantic crystal resting at the core of the Sea of Stars."

"She is your creator god." Shira summed up. "Pretty much like Azim and Nhaama are to us Ao Ra."

Kan-E-Senna nodded.

"It is said that, in time of crisis, Hydaelyn chooses people she blesses with her powers, champions hand-picked to defend the Realm. Those Champions possess powers beyond the ken of mortals."

"The Echo." Lyrian understood.

"Exactly."

"And yet, we aren't Eorzean." Shira noted. "Maybe Kiyohime counts by virtue of her parents coming from Ul'Dah, but I am Doman born and raised."

Lyrian thought for a moment.

"You and your friends were on the run from Garleans, right? I think Yui mentioned it. Anyway, Gaius van Baelsar is on the move. You may not be Eorzean, but Garlemald is an enemy we have in common. Besides, as Kan-E-Senna said, the Mother works in mysterious ways. Good luck guessing what's going through her mind…"

"Your explanation sounds valid." Kiyohime hummed. "We have a grudge against Garlemald."

"And defending the Realm involves fending them off." Emeraude said quietly. "But I got the feeling the Garleans are not the only threat looming over us. If it was just an invading country, Hydaelyn would have let the nations of Eorzea band and push them off like it happened twenty years ago. No, I have the gut feeling there is something more dangerous than the Garleans lurking around…"

"Of this, I can give no answer, but there is an organization who believes you're right. They are the ones who gave us most of our information about Hydaelyn and the Crystals after Khei'to received his."

Lyrian hummed.

"Interesting. I wouldn't mind learning more about the Echo – what it does, how to use it."

"My mentors back in Ishgard have also been looking for information." Emeraude added. "Alas, the Scholasticate's library has yielded very little and Father Bruvagnon is reluctant to search the Vault. I am a Dark Knight, after all. My kind is… most often seen as vigilantes by the clergy, and no one has forgotten the Dark Wedding of the Fortemps."

Khei'to tilted his head, puzzled. Emeraude looked at him.

"What is intriguing you?"

The Miqo'te took a piece of slate and chalk from his satchel and wrote.

You don't behave like a vigilante.

Emeraude smiled.

"Indeed. I received a different formation than that of regular Dark Knights. It was Father Bruvagnon and Headmistress Elviane who taught me dark magic. I know, it is unexpected to say the least, that clergymen would teach dark magic instead of forbidding it. But…" The woman hesitated. "I was going through harsh times and, incredible as it may, learning the Dark Arts had a therapeutic effect. I learned swordsmanship later, from Master Cross. After he heard a member of the nobility was training in the arts of dark magic, he inquired about our endeavors and decided to complete my formation with martial training so I could become a full-fledged Dark Knight. This is why I don't act as a vigilante: Dark Knights in Ishgard hunt the Templars and clergymen above the reach of law, but it was clergymen who taught me, and this with the perspective not to punish but to protect, hence why my skills are more of the defensive kind despite their unholy origins."

Kan-E-Senna nodded in understanding, a kind smile on her face.

"This is proof that darkness can be a force of good as much as a force of evil. Indeed, with few exceptions, magic itself is neither good nor evil. It is the caster's heart that is. After all, White Magic focuses on healing and light, yet the War of the Magi only took a turn for the worse when the White Mages of Amdapor joined the fight."

Emeraude looked at the many documents over the table.

"I would appreciate if you could send at least some of these to Saint Endalim Scholasticate. This would help Father Bruvagnon greatly."

"Of course." E-Sumi-Yan nodded. "We shall discuss which ones."

The Dark Knight breathed in relief. Kiyohime looked at the Seedseers.

"So, what does the Echo do?"

"This is hard to say." Kan-E-Senna shook her head. "To what the Scions told me, the powers tend to vary from Champion to Champion, but they mentioned three recurring ones. The first is the power to understand any language regardless of origin. The second allows one to see the memories of a person they come across."

"Uh, I've seen that one." Lyrian said.

"Really?"

"Yes. It happened after I defeated a golem with a coworker. I saw the memories of the conjurer that had joined us, Y'shtola. I could only tell it was her memories because one of them had Dalamud still in the sky. When the vision ended, I wondered what it was and my coworker asked if I was hallucinating. Y'shtola explained that, no, I wasn't going insane. It was just a manifestation of the Mothercrystal's blessing."

The other four Champions looked at one another. Emeraude nodded.

"I have seen a similar vision when I met Yda and Papalymo. Khei'to saw it too."

Shira and Kiyohime shook their head.

"We saw nothing of the sort. None of us displayed any kind of supernatural power after obtaining our –"

He was cut short by a sudden flash. Kiyohime gasped as well. The remaining members watched them.

"So, this is how it happens." E-Sumi-Yan raised a brow. "I wonder what they are seeing."

No one answered. The Doman siblings were too busy witnessing a wedding go very, very wrong…

Flashback

They were in a cathedral. Many people had gathered, all from the nobility and clergy. At the front row on the right was a couple, the man Hyur and the woman Elezen. Both had red hair and the woman harbored a strong likeness to Emeraude. Her parents. On the left was a family of Elezen, a father, his son and his manservant, along with a silver-haired man with a hooked nose and surprisingly muscular build for an Elezen. In the back was a man clad in black and dark blue armor who was carrying a jagged zweihander.

Two people walked the aisle, one a black-haired Elezen and the other…

"Emeraude!?"

With her hair done and her flowing wedding gown, the woman was barely recognizable.

Shira remembered her mentioning killing Voidsents since her wedding while also speaking of a "Dark Wedding of the Fortemps". When the pair reached the altar and the priest spoke, he understood.

Emeraude frowned as she sensed her Soulstone react to her parents' presence. She had always made a point to keep anything related to being a Dark Knight hidden from them. As a result, neither Johan nor Angeline de Ferbriant knew their daughter had mastered the Dark Arts, and she had kept her gear and Soulstone away from them, hidden not at home but in the safety of the Scholasticate. This was the first time she brought the gem around them, and she knew as a fact it reacted to strong darkness…

She closed her eyes and focused on the now. The ceremony went on smoothly and she and Artoirel exchanged their vows. They were married now, for better or worse, through pain and succor, happiness and sorrow. It was an arranged marriage, but they were on good enough term not to care. At last they kissed, and the whole crowd cheered. A smile on their face, the two walked back the aisle…

The Soulstone suddenly shone brightly, right as they passed by Emeraude's parents. Johan and Angeline cried in pain as darkness rose from their chest – their heart! Under the crowd's bewildered eyes, the bride's parents turned into Voidsents.

The man in dark armor frowned.

"A Dark Knight's Soulstone reacts to darkness in and out of people. In rare occasions, it will pull it forth, bringing a man's evil heart on the outside and turning it into a fiend. I always considered it might happen to her parents… but the timing really sucks! Emeraude!"

Emeraude was standing between Artoirel and her parent. Her mother was now a succubus clutching a thaumaturge's staff. At her side, Johan had become a Black Knight with black wings and black armor. Darkness coursed through the bride, ready to burst the moment they made a move. The armored man ran at her, a claymore in hand.

"Emeraude, catch!"

The woman turned and nimbly caught the weapon as her father charged. She blocked the blow and kicked him in the leg to force him back.

"Thanks, Cross!"

The man gave her a smile.

"Don't hold back girl. These aren't your parents anymore."

So, the man was Emeraude's sword-master, Shira and Kiyohime understood. He was a bald Highlander with eyes the color of ice, a square jaw and black tattoos on his scalp.

Emeraude pushed Artoirel out of the way of a fireball cast by her mother.

"Go with your father. I'll handle these two!"

Artoirel cursed and looked at the crowd in search of a weapon. Emeraude shoved him as hard as she could.

"These are my parents. I must be the one to fell them."

"No! You are not fighting alone!"

There was fear and anguish in the Elezen's voice. Emeraude planted her sword in the ground and a red-black forcefield surrounded her and her parents, cutting them from the rest of the room.

"My fault to make, my fault to correct. Seven Hells, I knew they were abusive, but that much…!"

"I had my doubts." Cross snorted. "Their upbringing numbed you emotionally for ten years. Only monsters put their children through this."

Emeraude bit her lip.

"I never wanted it to happen…"

"But it did, and now we must face the consequences. Don't hold back, little girl. One side is not leaving this place alive."

The bride closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry…"

And she fought. With magic and steel, she fought her transformed parents, Cross watching with increasing pride as she used her momentum to block her father's sword and, in the same move, shifted her weight to deliver a brutal kick in his stomach. The Black Knight crashed against the forcefield. Pikes of solid darkness dented his armor, much to the anger of the succubus. She cast a fireball that was caught by a dark sphere. Emeraude suddenly lunged and, with a nimble thrust, tore her mother's stomach. The succubus fell with an agonizing scream.

Emeraude took her breath, only to jump aside as her father rushed with an unholy scream of sheer fury. The bride's reaction was pure instinct. Raising her sword high, she used the opportunity – her father had crashed against her mother's body – and brought it down as hard as she could. The blow beheaded him.

The Voidsents dead, the forcefield dissipated. Emeraude held her sword and panted. She was exhausted. Then something caught her eyes. She turned to see an ice-blue crystal lying on the pavement. Curiosity took over and she took it, turning to call Cross and Father Bruvagnon… Something flashed in her mind and she fell unconscious, right in Artoirel's arms. The Elezen held her tight.

Behind them, the succubus and Black Knight faded into mist, leaving behind but a ring and a bracelet.

The vision ended and Shira and Kiyohime found themselves in the Lotus Stand. Lyrian crossed his arms.

"What did Y'shtola say, already? The visions are random in person and what is seen."

"This is what Papalymo told us." Emeraude nodded. "I wonder what they have seen…"

She got her answer as Shira turned to her.

"I have known of nasty weddings but yours has to take the cake!"

Khei'to looked at Emeraude and shrugged. The Dark Knight sighed.

"Yes it was. If only I hadn't taken my Soulstone that day, my parents wouldn't have turned into Voidsents and ruined the wedding."

Lyrian raised a brow.

"What happened?"

"Her Soulstone turned her parents into Voidsents on her wedding day." Kiyohime explained. "She was forced to kill them and found her Crystal right after."

The Duskwight cringed.

"Ouch! Sorry for your loss."

"They didn't even get a burial." Emeraude laughed sadly. "The archbishop deemed them so evil Mother's bracelet and Father's ring were thrown in the chasm. At the same time, their heart was so dark the Soulstone transformed them. This has to count for something."

"Is this why you left?"

Emeraude looked down.

"Yes. Only Father Bruvagnon, Headmistress Elviane, Master Cross and a few members of House Fortemps knew I was a Dark Knight. As I said, my kind is looked down for being vigilantes. They don't care if I use my powers to protect, they will still hate me for using the Dark Arts. So, once I woke up from meeting Hydaelyn, I told Father Bruvagnon, Headmistress Elviane and Master Cross about the Crystal and the vision, took my gears and my chocobo and left Ishgard before anyone knew I was up. I haven't seen Artoirel since that day, but we still send each other letters."

"You're on good terms?" Lyrian asked.

"Yes. He was one of the first persons to learn about me being a Dark Knight. He was… not very happy at first, but then I saved his life and he changed his mind. Still…" Emeraude chuckled. "I am the strongest of us two and his brothers tease him mercilessly over it. Emmanellain more than Haurchefant, though."

Everyone chuckled.

"Same here." Kiyohime grinned. "I am a warmaster while my love is a healer who vowed to never harm a living. Needless to say I am the strongest, and none of us mind."

Shira smiled.

"Two ladies in the team, both married and both stronger than their partners."

Khei'to snorted. He held a hand, summoned his crystal and pointed at the girls before flexing his muscles. Emeraude nodded.

"I guess this comes with being Champions of Hydaelyn. To defend Eorzea, we need to be powerful, hence why we are all mighty fighters in our own ways. Those of us who are married are thus stronger than our partner."

She looked at Shira, whose lips thinned.

"…You noticed."

"You bear it as a necklace under your shirt."

She didn't say more. There was something wrong with the matter and she could tell, so she waited for Shira to expend. It was Kiyohime who did. The Lalafell turned to Lyrian.

"If you met Yui and Kiyoko, they probably told you why we came to Eorzea."

"Aside from a feud with the Garleans, I don't know more."

Kiyohime looked down.

"It is more than a feud. It is a deep-seated hatred for what they did to us on our wedding day. This is what my brother meant when he said he has seen his share of nasty weddings."

"What happened? If you don't mind me asking."

The Lalafell sighed.

"We saw Emeraude's past and we know about yours. I guess 'tis only fair we share ours."

"It was a group wedding." Shira said sadly. "Kiyohime and Aomaru, Yui and Kiyoko, Hayate and Akina… me and Sakura."

"A group of Garleans from Castellum Fuliginus heard about it and decided they wanted some fun. They took us brides to their base and threatened to kill everyone if we resisted. Naturally, we didn't. They took us to their base and, well…" Kiyohime glanced at her brother. "They started with Sakura."

No one needed to be a scholar to understand what she meant, especially with the sad face Shira was making. Emeraude patted the Au Ra's shoulder. Shira was fighting to hold his tears.

"Yui, Aomaru, Hayate and I decided to go to their rescue. This is the only time Aomaru broke his vow. So, a few hours after they were gone, we followed and snuck in the Castellum. We just wanted to get our wives back and leave…" He glanced at Kiyohime. "We never thought they may have had the same idea."

Kiyohime crossed her arms.

"We could hear Sakura's screams through the walls. Those pigs took their turn defiling her. We decided we wouldn't suffer the same fate and broke out. We met our husbands halfway and headed to the room they were abusing Sakura…"

Shira snarled.

"I wish I could forget this sight. It was… There are no words, in no language. But then one of those bastards plunged his sword in her heart! She died on the spot. They died a moment later. I spared none of them."

"Sorry for your loss." Lyrian said softly.

Kiyohime breathed.

"After that, we knew we could not stay in Namai. The Empire would retaliate and raze the village. Our families would have paid for our crime. So we left while leaving an obvious trail so they would track us down and, as Aomaru's father suggested, we fled to Eorzea. Sasamaru is a trader for a huge Uldan company, so he knew the land well. He kept boasting how not even dropping Dalamud on their head had made the city-states bow, and how they had been fighting Garlemald for twenty years. We all agreed this was the safest place for us. Now, here we are."

Kan-E-Senna nodded.

"I see. So, in a way, you and your friends are refugees."

"We have been relying on Sasamaru for guidance until now. His knowledge of Eorzea is greater than ours by a malm. He is the one who told Yui and Kiyoko about the rogues of Limsa and guided my love to Gridania. But it is time we walked our own path."

"Given you're now the Champions of Hydaelyn, you will."

A thought crossed Kiyohime's mind. She looked at Khei'to and Lyrian and showed her ring finger.

"What about you…"

"Single." Lyrian sighed.

Khei-to circled his ring finger and shook his head. Then he turned to Emeraude and made a dreaming face. The Dark Knight shrugged helplessly.

"I know. But I am married and I intend to remain faithful. Sorry I can't return your feelings."

Khei'to looked away, clearly disappointed. But his beautiful partner had made her choice and he had to respect it. He looked at Lyrian and tilted his head. The Duskwight chuckled and shook his head.

"No one on my mind either. I'm single and fine with it."

Shira looked at the Miqo'te.

"So, what is your story? When we were in Tam-Tara, the leader of the cultists spoke as if he knew him."

It was Kan-E-Senna who answered.

"The man you fought in Tam-Tara is known as Octavel. He is the one who killed Khei'to's mother."

"Guessed as much. Khei'to sent him flying in the abyss."

E-Sumi-Yan and Kan-E-Senna looked at one another.

"Khei Elakha was a fearsome archer and member of the God's Quiver. Her husband, Rajh'a, was Sergeant of the Twin Adder. Alas, he was at Carteneau…"

"He never returned." E-Sumi-Yan sighed. "And when the Calamity struck, it took away Khei'a and two of Khei's daughters. When she heard a cult had appeared that worshipped Dalamud, she hunted them as revenge for losing her husband and children. She killed so much of them they decided to murder her and lured her in an ambush. She died, but the Lambs still paid dearly for it: most didn't survive the encounter."

"Khei'to was entrusted to us young, having manifested talents in the healing arts at only three. Over the years, he proved to be surprisingly skilled at Conjury for a Miqo'te, to the point some joked his father was a Padjal. This is, of course, untrue. But it doesn't change the fact that, after losing his voice during the Calamity, he stumbled upon a White Mage Soulstone that reacted to his power. I trusted my siblings, Raya-O and A-Ruhn to train him in our arts. Now, there he is, the only non-Padjali White Mage to have appeared this Era. Last Era saw the appearance of five."

Shira nodded.

"What of his sisters?"

Khei'to smiled proudly. E-Sumi-Yan answered.

"The twins Runah and Lunah have signed as lancer and archer respectively. As for Ehli, she joined the Twin Adders and is currently one of our most promising cadets. She should be promoted to Caporal by the end of the month."

"All in all, a powerful family."

"Indeed."

Lyrian reclined in his seat.

"So, now, we know each other. And from what happened in Tam-Tara, we can become a pretty good team given enough time."

"Khei'to's healing magic goes along well with Emeraude's defensive fighting style while Shira and Kiyohime are versatile fighters who, as siblings, fight naturally well together. Then there's you, who can switch between long and short range and, unless you fight in the Twelveswood, can use a form of magic unique to you and quite devastating, if only really exhausting."

Emeraude turned to Lyrian.

"Really? What can it do?"

"Let me take control of the sea, land and sky and sic it on my opponents. In Seasong Grotto, I created pikes and a stone fist from the cave's walls and used it to kill a goobbue."

Shira smiled brightly.

"I need to see that."

"If we're fated to defend the Realm together, this is bound to happen."

Kan-E-Senna nodded.

"You are the Champions of Hydaelyn, five warriors chosen by the Mothercrystal to defend Eorzea in its time of need. There is an organization located in Vesper Bay whose goals are similar to yours. I can only advise that you find them. Their guidance should help you walk the Mother's path."

Lyrian nodded thoughtfully.

"What's their name?"

"The Scions of the Seventh Dawn."


Alright, I admit, Shira and Kiyohime's past is heavily inspired by the City Elf Warden from Dragon Age Origins.

That aside, we now know what happened during Emeraude's wedding, and Lyrian turns to not be the only one with a kickass family. Khei'to's father and sister were officers in the Twin Adders and he and the twins are powerful in their own rights. Lyrian's parents are the fabled Warriors of Light. Emeraude's parents earned their nobility through blade and spell and her in-laws, the Fortemps, are one of the four Great Houses whom we all know the might. As for Shira and Kiyohime, their parents are wandering merchants who have to have some fighting prowess to defend their wares.

That's all for now. See you soon ^^