Festival start.

Distributing alcohol at a festival where people wanted to get drunk was easy. Selling it to them was a bit harder. But with flattery, a bit of wheeling and dealing Wim was able to get people to part with their money. It got a bit easier when their sobriety stared to decline and his charming smile and wit started to connect.

When the Arbiter went past early in he day, he bowed to her as a sign of respect. She had included him in her invitation with the nobility, so he was staying on his best behavior. That meant his interactions with the the fairer portion of the species was limited to some over the top flattery and ogling.

He even managed the get the Redheaded merchant’s daughter’s name and stood behind her in the service to Hoi. By the early afternoon he was walking next to her looking at the sights and spending a bit of his money on her, mostly on food and sweets. Like most redheads, she was not going to give up her virtues without a fight. This was fine Wim because he knew himself incapable of not being jealous after the fact.

Wim figured out that this festival would cause a man or woman to become connected to this place. Sex has the power to create bonds and bonds can be manipulated when people are not monsters. Wim had lead that people he got close to was his weakness, they clouded his mind and made it hard to think.