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<blockquote data-quote="Ladybird" data-source="post: 2570071" data-attributes="member: 10689"><p><strong>Cobblesford, Part 1</strong></p><p></p><p><em>(Here commences my second term as guest author for this SH! I'll be filling in the gaps for the session that Cerebral Paladin was absent for, and letting CP recover from his recent long-distance move <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> )</em></p><p></p><p>“This,” pronounced Kit, “is a nothing town.”</p><p></p><p>Cobblesford was in fact, not quite so ‘nothing,’ but it wasn’t exactly a metropolis, either. Although it spanned a sizable river, and boasted a busy market, several inns, several magistrates (whose names had been carefully noted by Mahler and promptly forgotten by almost everyone else), and even a wizard’s tower, Cobblesford was still decidedly on the small side.</p><p></p><p>“Well, maybe it’s small enough that the people after us will have skipped over it,” Alistair suggested hopefully.</p><p></p><p>“We can’t take any chances on that,” Brionna replied. “You two stay inside,” she said, pointing to Mahler and Alistair, “and the rest of us can scout out the town to see what it’s like.”</p><p></p><p>“Um…what about me?” Stithis’ hopeful voice came from an apparently vacant corner, followed a moment later by Stithis’ body, slowly returning from invisibility. “Can I go out too?”</p><p></p><p>“Only if you stay invisible,” Brionna decided, over a disappointed sigh from Stithis.</p><p></p><p>“And what will you tell the inn staff about us?” Alistair asked, starting to follow Kit and Brionna towards the door. Mahler was already settling resignedly down on one of the beds in the room.</p><p></p><p>“That you’re sick?” Brionna suggested. “A skin disease, so you can’t be seen, and you have to take your meals in your room?”</p><p></p><p>--</p><p></p><p>“A <em>horrible</em> skin disease! And they’re <em>terribly</em> embarrassed about it,” Kit explained to the innkeeper on their way out, with her sweetest and most persuasive smile. “So they don’t want anyone to see them. Especially not the pretty chambermaids or serving girls. So you shouldn’t send the pretty ones to deliver their meals.” Kit’s enthusiasm at this new idea was so great that it almost ruined the image of her sincere concern for her friends’ welfare.</p><p></p><p>“And they’ll need to have extremely healthful foods,” Brionna added. “Lots of vegetables.” Kit rolled her eyes, and led the way outside.</p><p></p><p>--</p><p></p><p>Cobblesford’s market, while it may have been the biggest for miles around, still only consisted of a few dozen stalls, and Kit sniffed disdainfully as she and Brionna (with Stithis hovering invisibly nearby) headed out into the market square. “Nothing town,” she repeated. “I bet the poster people <em>did</em> skip it.”</p><p></p><p>“Shhh!” Brionna hissed. “Not so loud! Wait – isn’t that the cook from the inn over there?”</p><p></p><p>Over by one of the vegetable stalls, Kit and Brionna spotted the unmistakable figure of their inn’s cook: a tall, broadly built man with dark black hair, and a sword slung across his back. It didn’t look like he was wearing a sword because he felt that he needed protection, Kit thought – after all, he stood head and shoulders above half of the people in the market – but more because he was just so used to putting on his sword in the morning, almost the way he put on his shoes. He wore it with that kind of ease and comfort. </p><p></p><p>The cook was talking to a smaller, thinner, weedy-looking man whose booth was set up next to the vegetable stall – a narrow table covered with parchment, ink, quill pens, and other tools of the scribe’s trade.</p><p></p><p>“Do you think we should tell him about our special food arrangements?” Brionna was already starting to head over towards him, when Kit reached out to pull her back. </p><p></p><p>“Maybe not right now…” Kit warned. A slender, red-haired man had just approached the greengrocer’s stand, and was unrolling a piece of parchment with an all-too-familiar picture on it. The red-haired man smiled an unpleasant, angular smile as he leaned in towards the greengrocer. Apparently, the 'poster people' hadn’t bothered to skip this town after all.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ladybird, post: 2570071, member: 10689"] [b]Cobblesford, Part 1[/b] [i](Here commences my second term as guest author for this SH! I'll be filling in the gaps for the session that Cerebral Paladin was absent for, and letting CP recover from his recent long-distance move :) )[/i] “This,” pronounced Kit, “is a nothing town.” Cobblesford was in fact, not quite so ‘nothing,’ but it wasn’t exactly a metropolis, either. Although it spanned a sizable river, and boasted a busy market, several inns, several magistrates (whose names had been carefully noted by Mahler and promptly forgotten by almost everyone else), and even a wizard’s tower, Cobblesford was still decidedly on the small side. “Well, maybe it’s small enough that the people after us will have skipped over it,” Alistair suggested hopefully. “We can’t take any chances on that,” Brionna replied. “You two stay inside,” she said, pointing to Mahler and Alistair, “and the rest of us can scout out the town to see what it’s like.” “Um…what about me?” Stithis’ hopeful voice came from an apparently vacant corner, followed a moment later by Stithis’ body, slowly returning from invisibility. “Can I go out too?” “Only if you stay invisible,” Brionna decided, over a disappointed sigh from Stithis. “And what will you tell the inn staff about us?” Alistair asked, starting to follow Kit and Brionna towards the door. Mahler was already settling resignedly down on one of the beds in the room. “That you’re sick?” Brionna suggested. “A skin disease, so you can’t be seen, and you have to take your meals in your room?” -- “A [I]horrible[/I] skin disease! And they’re [I]terribly[/I] embarrassed about it,” Kit explained to the innkeeper on their way out, with her sweetest and most persuasive smile. “So they don’t want anyone to see them. Especially not the pretty chambermaids or serving girls. So you shouldn’t send the pretty ones to deliver their meals.” Kit’s enthusiasm at this new idea was so great that it almost ruined the image of her sincere concern for her friends’ welfare. “And they’ll need to have extremely healthful foods,” Brionna added. “Lots of vegetables.” Kit rolled her eyes, and led the way outside. -- Cobblesford’s market, while it may have been the biggest for miles around, still only consisted of a few dozen stalls, and Kit sniffed disdainfully as she and Brionna (with Stithis hovering invisibly nearby) headed out into the market square. “Nothing town,” she repeated. “I bet the poster people [I]did[/I] skip it.” “Shhh!” Brionna hissed. “Not so loud! Wait – isn’t that the cook from the inn over there?” Over by one of the vegetable stalls, Kit and Brionna spotted the unmistakable figure of their inn’s cook: a tall, broadly built man with dark black hair, and a sword slung across his back. It didn’t look like he was wearing a sword because he felt that he needed protection, Kit thought – after all, he stood head and shoulders above half of the people in the market – but more because he was just so used to putting on his sword in the morning, almost the way he put on his shoes. He wore it with that kind of ease and comfort. The cook was talking to a smaller, thinner, weedy-looking man whose booth was set up next to the vegetable stall – a narrow table covered with parchment, ink, quill pens, and other tools of the scribe’s trade. “Do you think we should tell him about our special food arrangements?” Brionna was already starting to head over towards him, when Kit reached out to pull her back. “Maybe not right now…” Kit warned. A slender, red-haired man had just approached the greengrocer’s stand, and was unrolling a piece of parchment with an all-too-familiar picture on it. The red-haired man smiled an unpleasant, angular smile as he leaned in towards the greengrocer. Apparently, the 'poster people' hadn’t bothered to skip this town after all. [/QUOTE]
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