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Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling
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KaintheSeeker
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"Sound plan." nods as she looks at the others. "I'll be in the room with my spell books, and perhaps I'll even write a letter or two." heads back to the room to do just that.
Mirth
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Tarowyn waits at the wagon for Sir Whiteclove's men and then makes sure that the Evenwoods are secure in their cell before returning to the wagon. When the burial detachment finally comes, Tarowyn goes with them to bury his friend Ardoss, silently saddened by the fact that none of his other teammates have come to help dig and to bid farewell. The elf wonders if he will be subject to the same disdain if and when his time should come. At the end of the laborious task, he returns to the group's room and drops into the first available bed, dead asleep.
Day Two
Night comes and passes into the second day of the Festival. The hollars of the slave auctions leak through the windows of the room, above and beyond the general din of the trading grounds. Business continues as normal through late morning and early afternoon. As Whitney's watch arises, business sucumbs to recreation while the next batch of slaves are transported to the market square and prepared for auction. Entertainers, some clearly full bards, perform for a diverse selection of people, accepting the occassional coin thrown on stage; the diversity of those on stage is also notable with humans of both the north and south, halflings, and gnomes represented. A gnomish bard is the current rage, acting out a comedy routine with magically created images of himself.
Whitney spots a boy in the crowd carefully slip his hand into the pocket of a wealthy, but unsuspecting merchant, removing some small object and then move to another of similar status.
Night comes and passes into the second day of the Festival. The hollars of the slave auctions leak through the windows of the room, above and beyond the general din of the trading grounds. Business continues as normal through late morning and early afternoon. As Whitney's watch arises, business sucumbs to recreation while the next batch of slaves are transported to the market square and prepared for auction. Entertainers, some clearly full bards, perform for a diverse selection of people, accepting the occassional coin thrown on stage; the diversity of those on stage is also notable with humans of both the north and south, halflings, and gnomes represented. A gnomish bard is the current rage, acting out a comedy routine with magically created images of himself.
Whitney spots a boy in the crowd carefully slip his hand into the pocket of a wealthy, but unsuspecting merchant, removing some small object and then move to another of similar status.
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KaintheSeeker
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Whitney walks over to Jericho's snoring form, while Mist watches the boy from the window. "Jericho.. we got a pickpocket working the crowds, want to come along and help me peg him? I got the kid's face down, but I'm not about to chase after him without back up.. not with that fool out there looking to get even." picks up her half completed letter and tucks it in her robe. "I'll be outside waiting for you."
KaintheSeeker
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Tokiwong said:
"I agree but we did sign on and it's part of the contract Jericho." shrugs. "Let's pinch the kid, turn him over to the deputies."
KaintheSeeker
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"Yeah makes me feel good to.. rather be out beatign that little noble snot into a fine red paste with a smith's hammer." leads the way with Mist on her shoulder purring loudly
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