In the year, nearly two now, after the Holy War the country of Ylisse is slowly starting the progress of reconstructing buildings and villages destroyed during the war and mourning the loss of life. It had been a hard life for the children especially since then but the new Exalt Emmeryn, a girl of only about twelve years of age, has been throwing all of her efforts behind rebuilding the land despite this however she is still unpopular due in no small part to the Exalted King's failures and of course the aforementioned Holy War. Despite this Emmeryn stands stalwart alongside her advisers in her efforts to rebuild not only Ylisse but bordering Plegian countries as well. However most efforts still are being pooled from debts owed by the Khan of Regna Ferox and the process will take more than just a couple of years to completely fix. Emmeryn however hoping to restore hope to her people has decided to spend a small amount of money to fund a festival to uplift the local peasantry and nobles alike despite protests from her great uncle. The festival will be placed in a small town just south of the capital and all people are welcomed to the festival even Plegians though it was not announced that this was specifically a drawing point. A small group of Pegasus Knights were also dispatched to help keep order alongside some of the soldiers but it seems that they are uninterested in their duty as they have barely gotten involved since the Festival officially started. It is in the afternoon now about 2:50 and the sun is shining down upon the world as if it were blessed by Naga. Monks, mercenaries, merchants, and others have also joined along unexpectedly to add to the peasantry crowding the small town. The mood is somber but still somewhat jovial as people drink and eat food brought from farmers by Emmeryn's own coffers and some of it was donated by a wealthy noble seeking to get in good graces with the Exalt. The Circus was set up at the eastern part of the city in the middle of a small park and were opened almost immediately after they arrived and got set up properly about two hours earlier. Among them is a group of dancers, a wyvern rider whom performs tricks with his steed, and an acrobatic trickster. The western and central parts of the city holds many people as that is where the main setting of the festival is located at with stalls, and artisans selling goods alongside people running various events such as drinking contests. The southern and northern sections of the city are populated by the more rowdy festival goers as the taverns and melees are located there where men of war spar and the young excited children watch mercenaries, and even a few of the Pegasus knights, fight in duels for the enjoyment of the crowd. It is in the central part of the city where Jiro and Zaku of the Garnet Armbands are strolling around looking at the various stalls much to Zaku's distaste. They had let the third member of their company run around another part of the city at her leisure knowing that she'd come running to find them the moment she inevitably ran into trouble. Jiro had a mug of wine in his hand and was walking next to Zaku as the two men strolled alongside each other walking down the street, "You know drinking is just going to prove problematic Jiro sir why do you always insist on doing this whenever we hit somewhere where there is some sort of event going on?" Zaku commented dourly as he sighed. He was hardly the one for events such as these. Back in Valm he had always chosen to stick to quieter areas where he could hear himself think. Jiro simply continued to smile and took a large gulp of the wine just to spite his friend. "Because it's a freaking party kid you got to live a little! You know at least Isabelle is having fun all your doing is clinging to me like a lost little school boy. What are you afraid you'll be lost in the crowd Zaku?" Jiro said razzing his friend as Zaku chuckled to himself and stuck a sideways glance to his companion, "No I'm more worried that you'll fall in the creek nearby or get yourself into a fight. I'm not going to go back to Valm dragging the fool with me. She'd be the end of me I swear. So yes I am clinging to you because I know you Jiro and I know you like a good fight and being drunk we'll inevitably find that along the way." Zaku said in a casual tone as Jiro belched and laughed, "It's been a couple years now kid I'd have thought you'd have gotten use to Isabelle by now. She's pulled us both out of the fire with that mending skill of hers. If it wasn't for her we'd be covered in more scars than a brigand." Jiro said loudly and patted his friend on the back as onlookers gave them side ways glances. Not one person really spoke up about the duo though...more than likely because one was carrying a two handed iron blade, and the other had a fine looking sword strapped to his hip.