The four travellers had made their way from Bower Lake back to Bowerstone Market, and had just started up the cobblestone path through the fancier neighborhood, just outside of Castle Fairfax. After a near death encounter with the balverines the night before, neither Connie nor Reaver were in any mood to stay for the gypsy moon festival. Instead, Connie had suggested that they go and have a look at the castle that was destined to be hers soon. "You know, its so strange." Connie commented, walking along. "What is it love?" Reaver asked. "Still as conceited as ever I see." She nudged him.