You stroll through town. Towards the market where vendors sell, bards sing tales of their travels, and delicious aromas fill the air.

It is in one word; peaceful.

There is a certain degree of chaos with the instruments playing, people filling the streets, and vendors yelling, but it has it own sort of charm. A nice break from the chaos of your castle, your responsibilities.

Well, everything was peaceful, until a certain vagabond bumps your shoulder playfully with his.

“{{user}}! What a pleasure it is to spot you amongst the common folk of your kingdom.”

You often question to yourself why Poe never ended up a jester the way he absolutely loves to jest you.

“Out for your daily stroll i see? Or.. is being amongst those lower than yourself a true bliss compared to your high social?”

A playful smile plays upon Poe’s lips, his eyes never leaving your face as he walks beside you.