GnomeWorks
Adventurer
Carsis
"And you're just as likely to find someone to stab you in the back. Just my preference I suppose."
"Well, there were a fair share a those where I come from, I s'pose." Troi nods slightly.
Carsis
"And you're just as likely to find someone to stab you in the back. Just my preference I suppose."
Oirhandir had no need for any of these things. But he scanned Scarlet's face for signs of interest in the sights and smells of the festival, ready to investigate anything that caught her fancy.Bront said:As you walk through the east field, you see a Kitara offering an odd juice made from figs, a dwarf selling beer battered beef balls from beer fed bulls, and a gnome who's showing people how to play an odd game with rocks and a wooden board with holes in it.
Noticing Scarlet's interest in the juice, Oirhandir approached the vendor. "Good day, sir", he said. Noticing that he resembled the merchant who had sold him his haversack a few days earlier, he asked, "Say, you wouldn't happen to know a Mr. Morando, would you? Short fellow, favors you a bit, sold me this haversack the other day." After waiting for a reply and discussing Morando a bit (and doing his best to divine the little cat-man's name), Oirhandir asked about the fig juice. "So tell me, does this have any properties besides being a refreshing drink on pleasant autumn day?" Oirhandir was inclined to purchase some for himself and for Scarlet, provided there was no reason to be suspect of the concoction.Bront said:Scarlet is lingering at the fig juice, which seems to have piqued her interest.