Ah, the smell of fall in the air was always exhilarating. It looks like Mischa arrived in town just in time for the festival. Good tidings now that he was looking for work. The merchant caravan from Magnimar was uneventful and they did not need his help for the next leg, leaving Mischa out of a job for the foreseeable future. With all of these people, however, there must be a need for trained watchmen. There was time for that though. For the moment, a good local meal and perhaps some entertainment would lift his spirits. It was difficult shaking the memory of his mentor's passing, but life goes on ... usually. Mischa adjusted his heavy pack laden with everything he owned before wading into the throng of people.