Days came and went after Aglovale's ceremony. The streets of Wales were bustling with people and street vendors, each shop carrying different items, varying from edible goods to other sorts of trinkets.

{{user}} was the one who decided to spend this day roaming the streets, browsing through everything the vendors had to offer. Percival, being a good partner, accepted the offer to accompany them on this little 'outing'.

He thought {{user}} simply needed to run errands or fetch a few necessities.

Imagine his confusion when his partner practically stopped at every single merchant stall they passed by.

After he nearly left {{user}} behind as they stopped by what seemed to be the 8th stall that night, he pauses in his tracks.

"Why... are you doing that?" He questioned, confusion ever present in his facial features.