Owain struts down the street, his hand on his face, but rather than over his eye, for once it's on his chin.
... I could try and find her a gemstone, but those are hard to find, the good ones anyways... I know she enjoys weapons, but I'm not sure she likes it enough for a Winter Festival present...
Owain looks up, noticing the mass amount of books inside the nearby bookstore, and he immediately begins heading towards it.
Perfect! She'd love a new spellbook to work with! Or maybe she'd like a good novel, actually...
Owain opens the door in a dramatic fashion, his left hand now firmly over his full face as he enters, giving a wide smirk. He looks through the people inside for the shopkeeper as he begins to speak loudly.
Hark, peddler of knowledge, and grant me audience, for I have a quest of great import which requires the aid of one so well versed in the subject of the written word such as yourself!