Cid, Cormac, & OPEN
"We?" Cormac parroted curiously. Did Cid just say we? "The food is good. The stick just makes it easier to hold my drink." It was a disposable cup full of something sweet. He didn't want to drink any of the swill they'd be selling on the street, especially if it was going to be in a cup you could throw away instead of glass.
"Thank Faram it's only one night. The Founder's Day Festival lasts for three days. I do make good bank on it, however. The tournaments and the racing accidents alone are good for business, even when I do lower the prices for my services," he said with a shrug. "Do you know any good places in the tenements district?" He had been to a few, having been offered drinks by a few patients he'd visited. "Maybe someplace we can get food not on a stick."