OoC:I was going to do a 'You travel to Smithy/get young Smith/ take the road/reach roadhouse... but I wasn't sure that you folks were all ready as of yet.
IC:The streets of the City were bustling with morning business, merchants and foodmongers peddling sausages, pies and candied fruits moved about jostling with farmers from the outlying areas and Apprentices from the various Trades grabbing a quick bit of fresh air before the stiffling and gruelling day's work ahead.
Ahead in the street, Troi spots Billie and Toad, two street urchins that he had made friends with a week ago, having snapped some impudent Fop across the face with his whip for kicking Toad out of his way for not moving fast enough when told by his 'Betters'. The young (and extremely ugly, if truth be told) Half-Orc was deaf and hadn't heard the man, and when Troi arrived on the scene, the Fop, with a friend looking on and laughing had already kicked poor Toad into a bruised and battered lump, coiled in a foetal position to avoid any more damage. Yes, that man would bear a scar for some time now, and he and his craven friend left quickly, faced with a Man and not some poor half-starved Urchin.
Billie , spotting Troi calls out 'Mister Delmontees, It's me Billie!'
Billie pronounced Troi's last name incorrectly, but the lad had a slight speech impediment, so it was understandable. Toad grunted and grinned, showing his snaggle toothed grin. The Half-Orc had healed for the most part and he looked to Troi as his personnal Hero now, often shadowing him in town to 'make sure that nobody wuz tryin ta sneek up on ya, Mister Delmontees...' Billie said. The boys looked to have something interesting to tell Troi, as Billie was waving him over in a conspiratorial manner...