Sid traversed through Rhy'Din towards the northwestern woods. Posters had been appearing for days about the township announcing a Harvest Festival where there would be Auctions held, Auctions of prominent locals.

Auctioning off folks for fun and charitable enterprise was nothing very new to Rhy'Din, and Sid had seen such done before. In the past she'd been known to make herself available to be auctioned, or participated by bidding if she deemed the cause worthy. This day, however, there were other reasons for travelling into the woods.

Elly's Atelier was the place mentioned on each poster, but it was one poster in particular that caught the Trueblood's eye. Keeping her movements random, all senses alert to any who might be watching (and let's face it, they usually were), the Ancient traipsed into the darkening treeline.

Into the darkness she continued, noting with a practiced eye and knowing smile the odd mushrooms and herbs foreign to Rhy'Din's soil growing throughout the forest. Soon her sight became overwhelmed with... Pumpkins!

"Bloody hells! Someone get a li'l o'er excited about Samhain, aye?" Then those glamoured blue eyes lifted, stepping from one of the pumpkin patches, to take in the view of Elly's shop.

"Aye, I be sayin' so." A husky chuckle loosing, she smiled to a small pumpkinhead clad in blue cloth as it floated around the side of the large pumpkin-shaped abode.

Entering the door, admiring the shimmering walls and jade marble flooring, Sid checked out the wares for sale before looking around for the proprietor.

" 'ello, dux? Anyone t'home?"

A smile for the pretty little Witch, and as the pumpkinhead offered up its grumpy "Ba!" the Ancient arced a silvered brow. "Well, an' Ba to ye right back, dux."

Chuckling and in good humor, Sid pulled a small but heavy pouch from inside a well-worn pocket of her leather and placed it on the counter before Elly with a fox lit grin. "I be wishin' to place a hefty bid on one o' ye auctions, dux. Tha' one there." Her head nodded to one particular poster, elflocks flowing over her shoulders ringling the fifty silver bells and nine.

"I do hope it be nae too late, I mus'..." The grin widened and quicksilver flash sparked in the depths of her glamoured blue eyes as she left the words to hang. "I be checkin' often on the auction stats, an' ye will be seein' me if'n I get outbid. Definitely."

Again she looked about the shop and then clucked her tongue and stuck a long-fingered hand out to the Witch with a bright smile. "Och! Me atrocious manners. I dun believe we be properly met. I be Sid. I tend at the Dragon."