The Story of the Clan

[Ozmar]

"Yeah well...I've been meaning to talk about that..."

"There, there. I know how you must miss the daily struggle for life or death. The cheers. The crowds. The smacking lips of our honored leige. It will all be restored soon. You'll see."

*He claps his fellow gnome heartily on the back.*

 

[tylermalan]

Ehh...maybe I should bring it up later...

"Ah, right right, I guess I'm just feeling a little lost right now... I'll be fine as soon as I get my bearings straight. Ah, yes! This wonderful establishment! Follow fellows!...and lady of course"

*Walks up to the busy business and opens the door, striding in.*

 

[Palskane]

*Tilcho holds the door for Ellawyn and enters after the others, closing the door to the establishment behind him*

 

[Lazlow]

*Grimknobble goes in with the rest, taking care that his ladder fits in through the doorway.*

 

[AmorFati]

You all enter the establishment, and at once a plenthora of smells, sights and sounds almost overwhelm you. Spices, meats, oils, perfumes... Tools for all sorts of things, canvas, lamps, furniture and anything you can imagine is stored on tables, benches, shelves and on the floor, all around the big room. A handfull of people are present, most of them trying to capture the attention of a tired old lady behind the counter at the back of the room.

 

[Ozmar]

"Mmmm... yummy yum yummy. I wonder if there is anything here that will impress the dragon?"

*Malex moves through the store aimlessly, looking for curious or useful objects. If he finds one, he'll pick it up and examine it while waiting for the others to finish their bartering.*

 

[Palskane]

*Tilcho stays close to the door once he enters, trying not to sneeze. He looks about with unabashed wonderment, having never seen such a sight.*

 

[Deuce Traveler]

*Plith looks around for anyone who might look threatening.*

"I don't like it here," he says loudly. "Everyone looks so old and tall."

 

[Lazlow]

*Grimknobble stares about in wonderment, but tries to keep his wits about him. He grips his club tightly and keeps close to the others.*

 

[tylermalan]

"This is NOT what I expected... but useful none-the-less!"

*Begins to look for food to sustain the group for a few days and, once found, takes it over to wait in line for the old lady.*