It wasn't smart of him to get out of the castle and into the city. But then again, Vox was never been considered the smart one in the family. So far, so good however. No guards were tailing him, no spies were spotted so far, but he wasn't really paying attention. He just wanted entertainment as he sat out his time during the day. Only a few more days and then this whole wretched hellfest would begin again. Absolutely horrible.

And so it came to be that Vox found himself near some shops. Nothing really interested him to be honest, it all kind of felt dull. The shiny items behind glass didn't nearly excite him as usual. But he kept being on the move, a restless anxiety pushing him to continue forward. It didn't take long for him though to do something else than walking. Which was going into a shop. What shop? He didn't know. But he was soon reminded of it when the shop clerc announced the name. "The Arctic Anvil?" Vox repeated with a disbelieving smile and a raised brow, standing in the doorway. "That sure is a... name." And a pathetic one at that.