Ephrim has seen his share of village festivals, and despite the rather odd assortment of shops and games, he isn't particularly interested in committing to a purchase on his first day. He's procured a cup of coffee instead - blessed, normal coffee - and he sits on the edge of the dock, feet swinging idly over the water's surface, listening to otherworldly music float past from that odd box, watching the stars. His small, black, wrought iron lantern sits at his side, the shoulderstrap in a small nest of fabric next to it.

If the very sight of him doesn't fill one with the urge to push him into the water, he'll eventually note that there's someone nearby, but studiously ignore them. If the situation grows unpleasantly prolonged, then he'll say something, if only to take away any sort of enjoyment one might have being silent in his company. (Only he is allowed to be comfortable with him, thank you.)

"Tell me of the stars in your world." He nods up to them, wheeling in the sky over the lake. "Keep it short, if you please."

will match format, tbh just make something up or lmk if you want me to start thanks my pals