After giving his thanks to the woodstrader, Myth headed out towards the jolly man, doing his clumsy best to dodge and weave between the crowd. In a fight, he doubted anyone here could best him; he'd been training for over two decades, since he was a little boy. But in a crowd, he was hopeless!

Finally, he made it the short distance to the vendor, and listened intently to the man's story as he went on about... something. He wasn't really sure, since he arrived halfway through the narrative and he didn't really know of the places he was talking of or the items he spoke so lengthily about.

But when he was done, he made sure he was the first forward, automatically rapping his black-clad knuckles two times on the vendor's stall, once more saying, "Beautiful day, isn't it? Say, good man, what would you recommend for a newcomer in town to get to open his world to this Kingdom's culinary arts?"

A couple minutes and two gold coins later [One for a bag of tarts, one for his jolly hospitality], Myth walked away happy. However, he felt as if he had a debt to settle.

Heading back across the market towards the woodsvendor, he walked by, rapping his knuckles on the wood two times, and leaving a strawberry tart laying in the center of the stall.