[!] Within Arberrang, workers begin shoveling heaps of snow from the market square, and in the newly-made clearing the Gallic Clan once again steps out from under their rock of obscurity. In friendly ports, monk-sanctioned trading posts and anywhere in the Cloud Temple the groundskeepers will allow it, posters are erected bearing good news for merchants, craftsmen and curious travelers:   – o – ARBERRANG TRADE FAIR - FREE MARKET, MERCHANTS WELCOME - – o – LAST