Now, if that wasn't wizard talk, Peony didn't know what was. It was the very intelligent types who needed to get out of their heads and stop existing in their own thoughts. "People often need to be rescued from themselves." She idly noted, eyes flicking about the different vendor's stalls. There were a multitude of things that she still needed. Primary some prettier clothes, some decent boots, a hair comb or two, a crossbow and sweet gods, she'd kill for a sweet bun that didn't have the chance of being made from children. "In Barovia, people drink themselves stupid to take a break from their minds and drudgery of life. That, of course, was because they were unable to leave. Part of the reason I am most confused to be here rather than my home."

The number of door handles with animal tails attached was curious and Peony made a mental note to return to that stall later and interrogate the owner as to the purpose (A cultural item? She pondered).

"I wouldn't recommend it, personally. In the many times I've been held captive in bindings it was rarely an enjoyable experience. Ooh--" And with that thought she darted off towards a vendor selling scarfs and other pretty accessories, eyes wide at the prospect of something beautiful to enjoy.