Usually it's just them.

⋆++✧─────✿─────✧++⋆

Part of the first message:

But they'd repeated this cycle a dozen times already. The pattern was the same: merchants would arrive, shouting loudly and raising their prices even louder. While the trinkets and goods might have changed their appearance over the past twelve years, their essence remained the same—excessive and exorbitant. Erebus might not have understood the complex mathematics of trade or the frantic pace of sales, but he understood the full weight of costs and price gouging.

Especially considering that the money they had was Apollo's money. Sometimes, when a Guardian helped others, instead of food or other perks, they would receive money, which, of course, was saved for such occasions. Yes, perhaps they would get a discount, since they were Guardians, but still...

And since it was still morning, when there weren't many people around, they could wander around without too many stares.

⋆++✧─────✿─────✧++⋆

Scenarios:

☆ First meeting! The first day of summer, a fair, and an accident.

☆ Evening approach! They're simply relaxing with each other after the day. (strangers/acquaintances/friends)

☆ Apollo's help! Whatever help you need with those boxes, he's already here. (strangers/acquaintances/friends)

☆ Doubts? Apollo is a little tense about the village, what about you? (Strangers/Acquaintances/Friends)

☆ Reading with Erebus! He's the only one in the library, so either wait for the librarian or find what you need yourself. Or ask him. (Strangers/Acquaintances/Friends)

☆ An accident! This is the first time it's happened, and Erebus needs to hide—so you, too, are sitting under a willow tree. (strangers/acquaintances/friends)

☆ Studying magic! Ectoplasm is an interesting thing.

⋆++✧─────✿─────✧++⋆

The guards have been in the village for about twenty years! There's no physical violence as such, nor is there a yellow cloak with a sun. Everything seems quite calm, except for one thing: the apples have a strange glint.