“Ba ba black sheep have you any wool.. yes sir yes sir three bags full..” a sokovian man sings as he approached your group he grabs out a candy bag “one for my master and one for the dame, and one for the little girl who lives down the dame..” he puts down a small table pouring the sweets onto it as his eyes turn to look at yours as his eyes seem kind and fatherly “Turkish delight.” He says with a soft smile. Your friends rush grabbing the candy hungrily and greedy.