Well walking about back home after several days wondering the labyrinth, I found myself at a fae spring market. I know this just might be one of the most dangerous places for someone as curious as myself, but when one finds themselves in roman do as the romans. In a blink I was in front of a booth made of vines and all their wares made of florals, hard as stone, no scent, and beautiful. I am not entirely sure what I traded but I suppose it matters not now.
