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The young man understood how much it means to Sevrannis about not being able to dream. Knowing that the young artist's fame grew as he paints his own visions from his sleep, he must've been frustrated about it ever since this problem began. Cedric wished he could respond to his situation appropriately, but couldn't. The only thing he can do for him is hope he can dream again.

Cedric took a quick look around the inn. Everything in the room was designed in a traditional sense, although the atmosphere felt a little familiar.

"Oh!" Cedric exclaimed as he realized where they're at. "This must be the Duckmoon Inn, isn't it?"

Sevrannis replied back. "Yes, it is. The sign was just outside..." But Cedric didn't react much toward his answer.

Immediately, he looked around again. "Where's the innkeeper?" he wondered. He looked at the two with a curious look on his face. Sevrannis was not sure about where the innkeeper had gone to, and Clochette stated that she wasn't obviously here when that man left. Fortunately, one of the met nymphs responded back to Cedric.

"He told me and my husband he went off to help with the big event!" she said excitedly.

Cedric knew what she meant by the big event. And it seemed only Sevrannis was unaware by it, while Clochette has only heard about it.

"I wasn't exactly at this sort of event, but I've heard it's a big feast gathered by all of the residents and travelers alike," replied Clochette.

The young man nodded. "You're right. A large feast shared by all of the townspeople in celebration of Saint Magnarta, or, as they call it, Magney's Day. Basically, we get to eat as much foods as we can with everyone else!"

Explaining this to both Jesfahlts made Cedric quite hungry now. He added, "The event should begin around six o'clock in the evening. Once that time comes, let us all enjoy the food together. That is what Saint Magnarta is about, after all."