After a little more time had passed up on the roof of the house, Aren began to grow more than a little restless.  The petite blonde wasn't used to doing nothing, and so her body craved the movement of purpose.  What that purpose was didn't matter, so long as it was a purpose.  And so, Aren found herself tossing the apple core off the roof into the alley between the house she was on top of and the one next to it before climbing down, the rough texture of the wood digging into her hands as she descended.  Perhaps it was because of how short she was, but Aren was, thankfully, not accosted by the party-goers immediately upon exiting the alleyway.

She wandered on the outskirts of the crowd, ducking and otherwise avoiding the attempts of the party-goers to get her attention, for a little while before she came across Max, Nadal, and Silvano.  She recognized Max because of his stops at the smithy every once in a while on errands, and she recognized the other two because they were shard-bearers like she was, though their fancy attire would have given them away had she not been familiar with their faces.  What drew her eye the most, however, was the goat that Max was trying to guide back out of the town.  Clearly something had gone on that she had missed, which only stoked her curiosity.

Stepping towards the group to see if she could figure out what had transpired, Aren overheard the other two shard-bearers joking about the goat eating their clothing, though it didn't appear that it was entirely in jest, as Nadal's sleeve was missing a good bit from the end.  "What on earth happened here?" Aren asked, having gotten close enough to the group to be heard over the noise of the crowds around them.  Looking at the others up close, Aren was reminded of the stark contrast between the other shard-bearers and herself.  They stood at least head and shoulders taller than her, if not a little more, and their clothing was just about the fanciest that money could buy, whereas the outfit she had on was plain and a little dirty from climbing the house earlier.  It was enough to make her feel a little self-conscious, though she tried not to care too much.