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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 31, 2016 6:48:17 GMT -5
Coldsteel decorates itself for its major event of the year, and the streamers and music are a rare sight and sound indeed. The day before the celebration, the long awaited merchant vessel from Highgarden arrives, bearing fresh fruits and wines and all sorts of goodies seldom to be had. The primary place for it is between the two taverns, near the docks, and both inns are full of travellers for dozens of miles in eveyry direction.
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Post by Rowan on Jul 31, 2016 10:08:23 GMT -5
Rowan wanders about, hoping they might find some spiced honey buns and perhaps a treat or a nice girly thing that costs a little more since with the coins gotten from the haul they could afford to get something nice and of good quality and still have enough left for a while.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 31, 2016 15:32:38 GMT -5
Moria is dressed in her usual outfit, a shirt and trouser as she glances around the place at all the wonderful fresh stock that had come in. It really made this place feel good to be in, even if it was a temporary improvement.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 31, 2016 15:50:59 GMT -5
There are plenty of markets set up, and Rowan and Moroa pass each other as a baker stops them both. His name is Christopher and he is the oldest man in town, seventy at the least. "You two!" He said cheerfully. "Try walking by ole Chris's stand and not stop for a cake and apple wine! How far the youth today have come!" He said in his mock scolding tone. If Westeros had a Santa Claus, it would be the old jolly fellow.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 31, 2016 16:21:16 GMT -5
"Hey, old man. What up?" Moria asked as she stopped and walked back towards his stand, looking at the food, "How much for that cake and wine?" she asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 31, 2016 16:35:28 GMT -5
"Old man? Why, you little..." he said with mock anger. "A copper, dearie. And make sure it's a shiny one," he chuckled.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 31, 2016 17:00:04 GMT -5
Normally moria would try to talk the guy down, but Christopher was a good guy, a staple of the town. And she had to respect that sort of thing. She reached into her pocket and set a copper down on the table, "There we are, one copper." She said with pride.
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Post by Rowan on Jul 31, 2016 17:19:13 GMT -5
Rowan smiles at him and looks over the mans wares 'Do yeh have anyh spiced honey buns instead?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 31, 2016 18:21:40 GMT -5
"Spiced honey buns? Of course, do I look like someone who wouldn't have spiced honey buns?!" He exclaimed. "A copper gets you three." He hands Moria her wine and baked good. "You two been staying out of trouble? I still got my switch out behind the house!"
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Post by Rowan on Aug 1, 2016 0:33:22 GMT -5
Rowan grins broadly and offers Chris three coppers 'Eh been getting by.' Rowan says, somewhat avoiding the question.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 1, 2016 4:44:47 GMT -5
"Three?" He said, looking down at the coins. "Guess I'll finally retire," he said, "my life's work is over. You must be gettin' by really well," he noted.
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Post by Rowan on Aug 1, 2016 6:44:05 GMT -5
Rowan shakes their head 'nah Misteh Christopher.. Ye knows I always saves a bit for festival time, and I does loves yeh honey buns that you do special for its.. And it is teh only chance I gets to looks for a pretteh dress or something all girly like. Else there's just rough fabric if I looks any other time.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 1, 2016 7:15:20 GMT -5
Christopher nods. "Well, you deserve whatever you get, Rowan," he said. Whether he knew of Rowan's peculiar circumstances was unclear but he didn't care. No man in Coldsteel is half so beloved as old Christopher. "I appreciate the generosity and you enjoy them honey buns. After the festival you need a honey bun you know who to come find. If ye can rise me from my naps that is!"
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Post by Rowan on Aug 1, 2016 9:51:53 GMT -5
Rowan nods 'Thank you.' They give a wave and move away some to enjoy their buns but not stop others getting to the stall. Rowan looks at Moria. 'Hows teh cake and wine?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 2, 2016 5:01:03 GMT -5
As Rowan and Moria enjoy their snacks, they see a strange vendor setting up a stall. He is a tall, lean man with twin teenage girls. He is clearly their father; the resemblance is far too close to be coincidental, and they appear to be musicians. One of the girls unpacks a lute and begins playing a slight and mournful song.
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