Frost, CweÞ Ciese & Awesnis Gærwe Nædleprica
“You wound me! Come now, Thali, you’re one of my closest friends is that how you say hello? And are you really in any position to judge my stealing from children? The apple was calling to me anyway.”
Frost took the package from his friend and had a final bite of the caramel apple before tossing the core outside into the grass.
“I have no idea what you mean by underhanded,” he grinned facetiously and wiggled his eyebrows, “I’m here for my friend’s cheese. I hear it all the rage in an out of the way pub in Mordor. You may have heard of it by reputation. They serve this, I’m not quite sure what to call it, this brewed liquid that’s been poured over beans. It’s quite wonderful.”
The Númenorean gave a wide, elegant bow and looked around the shop. Thalionwen certainly had a great assortment of cheese here. She had not been exaggerated that point. He needed his approval, inhaling the massive variety of aromas deeply. “You really do have a place to be proud of. I wonder if there’s a cheese shop in the Black Market,” his heavily embellished the last phrase, “Seems a pity there isn’t one there. Cheese is so damn hard to get in the Black Lands.
“Unfortunately,” he said with a small flourish as he back toward the opening, “I’ve made a promise to see a certain seamstress before the day is over. But I hope I’ll run into you later.”
He ducked out quickly, leaving his friend to weigh the meaning of his words.
With an unusual spring in his step, Frost dodged a few oncoming patrons and made his way through the throng of people milling about the market. Casually, as he looked over each of them, he wondered which of them, of any, were also on the scavenger hunt. He could steal from them and find a few times quicker that way.
Was it more fun to win by nefarious means, or to cause a general amount of mayhem with his presence? That was difficult question today. There were so many advantages to either. One the one side, winning got you notoriety and prizes; causing mayhem, on the other side, brought him a great deal of personal pride.
His stomach growled, putting the debate aside for the moment. He was going to get some real food after this next visit. Perhaps even have some company.
He ducked in the shop and found it busier than he was expecting. Taethowen’s (it still felt odd calling her that) fabrics were vast and varied, he had personal knowledge of how far she was willing to go to find it. It was only fitting that she reap the benefits of her hard labor.
“Greetings,” his voice was suave and reassured, but he hung near the door behind her other patrons (Seleðryðe and Starbreeze) in a display of mock shyness. “I’m looking for some fabric for a summer cloak I’m trying to design. Do you think you could help me in any way?”
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Amadhrill - «Faire Food»
«Yes, she is of much help, they all are, at least when they want to be...» She smiled at the thought of the children, they all contributed, at least to a degree. As Shivased greeted Getale and Cnith warmly, her green eyes glanced over to the pair. They worked seamlessly together, each knowing well how the other worked and thought. Seeing the marshal out of her cavalry clothes, Ama did not salute, but instead waved and smiled, doing her best to swallow the laughter as Shiva claimed innocence and self-defense. Well, the last was probably mostly true, cavalry members did not attack uncalled for, but still, yet the Æthelmund cavalry pub nights had ended in brawls many a time, and even burned to the ground from time to time, and the Ældsel too had faired rather badly a few times.
Despite her half-hidden laughter, she sent the marshal a look of suspicion, that turned into a small laugh at Eldrith's comment to Cnith. «Some things never seem to change...»
She listened to Eldrith speak, hearing the woman speaking of the cavalry was still unusual, but she would get used to it eventually. The conversation returned to the Inn, and she listened carefully. She felt a hesitation and a longing, and from Eldriths word, she gathered some of the same feelings. «I recieved a letter from Eleowyn...» she started, hesitating a little. «The lad who gave it to me said he had given a similiar letter to you from Eleowyn too, she asked if we would consider reopening the Ældsel.»
Her green eyes went for a moment over towards Getale and Cnith, they were busy with their own tasks, preparing and serving food and drinks, yet, she could feel that their ears were tuned into the conversation. She would not be able to do her part in her family, keep up on her cavalry tasks, and be the mistress of the pub by herself, she wasn't even sure she could do it together with Eldrith, but she could not think of anyone else she would share such duty with. «I am not sure how it will go, between family and cavalry business, and the pub too. Yet, it would be a lot of fun, and work of course... These days, it seems as if Edoras is more quiet then before and more peaceful, and Getale and Cnith are, as you say, well seasoned...»
She shrugged, a mixture of hesitation and determination in her body language. «We can give it a try? Alternate, as you propose, even if Lady Bereth has returned, I dare say such an estate will take quite some work from you as well... We can use the summer and see how business goes, and whether or not there is a market for the Inn?»
«Yes, she is of much help, they all are, at least when they want to be...» She smiled at the thought of the children, they all contributed, at least to a degree. As Shivased greeted Getale and Cnith warmly, her green eyes glanced over to the pair. They worked seamlessly together, each knowing well how the other worked and thought. Seeing the marshal out of her cavalry clothes, Ama did not salute, but instead waved and smiled, doing her best to swallow the laughter as Shiva claimed innocence and self-defense. Well, the last was probably mostly true, cavalry members did not attack uncalled for, but still, yet the Æthelmund cavalry pub nights had ended in brawls many a time, and even burned to the ground from time to time, and the Ældsel too had faired rather badly a few times.
Despite her half-hidden laughter, she sent the marshal a look of suspicion, that turned into a small laugh at Eldrith's comment to Cnith. «Some things never seem to change...»
She listened to Eldrith speak, hearing the woman speaking of the cavalry was still unusual, but she would get used to it eventually. The conversation returned to the Inn, and she listened carefully. She felt a hesitation and a longing, and from Eldriths word, she gathered some of the same feelings. «I recieved a letter from Eleowyn...» she started, hesitating a little. «The lad who gave it to me said he had given a similiar letter to you from Eleowyn too, she asked if we would consider reopening the Ældsel.»
Her green eyes went for a moment over towards Getale and Cnith, they were busy with their own tasks, preparing and serving food and drinks, yet, she could feel that their ears were tuned into the conversation. She would not be able to do her part in her family, keep up on her cavalry tasks, and be the mistress of the pub by herself, she wasn't even sure she could do it together with Eldrith, but she could not think of anyone else she would share such duty with. «I am not sure how it will go, between family and cavalry business, and the pub too. Yet, it would be a lot of fun, and work of course... These days, it seems as if Edoras is more quiet then before and more peaceful, and Getale and Cnith are, as you say, well seasoned...»
She shrugged, a mixture of hesitation and determination in her body language. «We can give it a try? Alternate, as you propose, even if Lady Bereth has returned, I dare say such an estate will take quite some work from you as well... We can use the summer and see how business goes, and whether or not there is a market for the Inn?»
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Isengafaeme Smithing
Rhys grumbled as he got to work to starting the day. For some reason, he wasn't in a good mood today, and he didn't know why. Maybe it was just the idea of being away from his family, other than Kendrick of course, to do the work today. He ran his fingers through his long black hair and sighed as he got the bellows and furnace up and running.
Oh that was the reason he was grumpy. He was going to be giving a number of things away today. Things he had worked hard on to create. And the damn things were engraved. That was the whole time consuming part of it all. It wasn't something he was terribly excited about at all, but he couldn't resist the look on Kendrick's face when he had begged him to sign up their shop. 'All right, all right, you win!' he had told him.
It wasn't often that Kendrick wanted to participate in something voluntarily, so he had caved. Plus Jakie had reminded him, 'This will be good for Kend! Look how happy he is!' Then his sister of course ganged up with Jakie. And when those two women got together, it was a lost battle. He and Audley were hopeless for their women, and the combined effect of both of them always made them both cave to whatever they wanted.
It was Kendrick who greeted their first guest, but then quickly retreated. How weird. The youth had been so excited. He knew the 18 year old was shy, but he had been so adamant about this that -- and then he heard the visitor's last words, which made him turn sharply. 'Well, I don't suppose I can refuse you the scavenger hunt item, but I'll have to say no to the torture objects. Or anything that can remotely be used as an implement of torture. And don't even THINK about taking anything from me.'
He looked around. What was the least dangerous thing he had? Hmmm. Dammit, why was a blacksmith's shop filled with items that were easily made into weapons? 'Here's your scavenger item.' He handed the guest the item and pointed, 'Make sure you show the bottom side when you hand it in.'
@Dimcairien Luiniel you were handed a steel cast mug engraved with a horseshoe on bottom)
Rhys grumbled as he got to work to starting the day. For some reason, he wasn't in a good mood today, and he didn't know why. Maybe it was just the idea of being away from his family, other than Kendrick of course, to do the work today. He ran his fingers through his long black hair and sighed as he got the bellows and furnace up and running.
Oh that was the reason he was grumpy. He was going to be giving a number of things away today. Things he had worked hard on to create. And the damn things were engraved. That was the whole time consuming part of it all. It wasn't something he was terribly excited about at all, but he couldn't resist the look on Kendrick's face when he had begged him to sign up their shop. 'All right, all right, you win!' he had told him.
It wasn't often that Kendrick wanted to participate in something voluntarily, so he had caved. Plus Jakie had reminded him, 'This will be good for Kend! Look how happy he is!' Then his sister of course ganged up with Jakie. And when those two women got together, it was a lost battle. He and Audley were hopeless for their women, and the combined effect of both of them always made them both cave to whatever they wanted.
It was Kendrick who greeted their first guest, but then quickly retreated. How weird. The youth had been so excited. He knew the 18 year old was shy, but he had been so adamant about this that -- and then he heard the visitor's last words, which made him turn sharply. 'Well, I don't suppose I can refuse you the scavenger hunt item, but I'll have to say no to the torture objects. Or anything that can remotely be used as an implement of torture. And don't even THINK about taking anything from me.'
He looked around. What was the least dangerous thing he had? Hmmm. Dammit, why was a blacksmith's shop filled with items that were easily made into weapons? 'Here's your scavenger item.' He handed the guest the item and pointed, 'Make sure you show the bottom side when you hand it in.'
@Dimcairien Luiniel you were handed a steel cast mug engraved with a horseshoe on bottom)
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That was ... a bit costly, yes, but actually not as high a price for the imported linen as Seleðryðe had feared, particularly given that it had come all the way from Eriador. She did not know if it was customary to haggle in Edoras, and if she needed to spend energy negotiating today, it should perhaps be about a job and a salary, rather than the price of cloth.
She quickly did the sums in her head. That would be thirty-two silver, and then another eight, for a total of forty, plus whatever the cost was for the dye job, and a bit extra for some thread. It was not unreasonable. And she could afford it - or at least, so she convinced herself.
"Yes, if you could check how much there is left of this one, that would be wonderful. I will definitely want to get some of the Rohan linen, but there is no rush - I can always start on the first dress while waiting for the fabric to be dyed."
Then came the question of experience. She hated having to speak well of herself - it never felt right - and she wasn't sure what the right answer would be in this case anyways. "Well, ah, I haven't worked in a shop like this before. But I can sew well - I've made clothes for myself, and family, and occasionally neighbours, for years." She vaguely gestured at the dress she was currently wearing. "And I can do fine embroidery work too - though I'd have to come back with samples, I'm afraid most of my belongings are at the inn at the moment, I didn't know you were hiring until I saw the sign on the door ..."
She was rambling again, and fortunately, at that moment, she was interrupted by the door opening, and she realized she should probably keep this brief. "But I can work neatly and quickly, and I can bring in some samples if you'd like?"
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Taethowen - Awesnis Gærwe Nædleprica
Taethowen took the bolt of Eriador linen from the rack and placed it on the cutting table to measure out the yards while she spoke with Seleðryðe. As she listened to the young woman's qualifications, Taeth quickly counted out the yards and found that it was just a quarter yard shy of the preferred four.
"Will this be all right?" Taeth gestured at the yardage. "I would be willing to take 28 silver instead of the full 32, of course."
As Seleðryðe detailed her sewing experience, Taeth leaned against the counter. To have someone skilled in embroidery would be a great boon. Taeth's own skills lay more in dressmaking, and while her embroidery was passable, it still left much to be desired. But when she heard that Seleðryðe was staying at the inn, an idea came to mind.
"I must confess that I have also been staying at the inn," Taeth laughed softly. "I have a house here in Edoras, but had been away for quite some time and it needed some cleaning up. If this works out, we could include room and board as part of your apprenticeship salary." She made a mental note to ask Starbreeze if she was in need of accommodations as well, should she be hired on.
The door creaked yet again then, but Taeth only spared a quick glance up as she continued speaking with Seleðryðe, and didn't see the person's face. She'd neglected Seleðryðe for too long already, whether the woman was a client or potential apprentice, and that took precedence.
"But if you're at the inn," Taeth continued, "then I'm sure you don't have the space necessary to work on cutting out a dress. So why don't we do this: for now, I'll hire you as a shop assistant. You won't work on client projects, but you can help me with finishing organizing the shop--the previous seamstress left it in a bit of a mess--and you'll get a minimal salary for that. When the shop is quiet, you can use the space to work on your dress, and I would like to observe the techniques and skills you use. If this is satisfactory, then the next time you come in, I'd also like you to bring the embroidery samples."
Before Seleðryðe could answer, though, a smooth, familiar voice rang through the shop, and warmth flared up Taeth's neck and into her face. "Greetings," she heard Frost say. "I'm looking for some fabric for a summer cloak I'm trying to design. Do you think you could help me in any way?"
Taeth turned to look at him then, a reprimand ready on her lips for interrupting her, but then she caught sight of his clothes. Dear Bema! She'd never seen him wear anything but black before, and that monstrosity of yellow, red, and blue was his selection?
"It's not a cloak you need, but rather a completely new outfit," Taeth answered, her scathing glance topped by an arched brow, though the glint in his eye made her pulse flutter. "And you'll need to wait a moment, I need to finish with..."
Taeth turned back to Seleðryðe, realizing that she had yet to get the woman's name. "I'm sorry, I think we neglected to introduce ourselves. I'm Taethowen. You are?"
Taethowen took the bolt of Eriador linen from the rack and placed it on the cutting table to measure out the yards while she spoke with Seleðryðe. As she listened to the young woman's qualifications, Taeth quickly counted out the yards and found that it was just a quarter yard shy of the preferred four.
"Will this be all right?" Taeth gestured at the yardage. "I would be willing to take 28 silver instead of the full 32, of course."
As Seleðryðe detailed her sewing experience, Taeth leaned against the counter. To have someone skilled in embroidery would be a great boon. Taeth's own skills lay more in dressmaking, and while her embroidery was passable, it still left much to be desired. But when she heard that Seleðryðe was staying at the inn, an idea came to mind.
"I must confess that I have also been staying at the inn," Taeth laughed softly. "I have a house here in Edoras, but had been away for quite some time and it needed some cleaning up. If this works out, we could include room and board as part of your apprenticeship salary." She made a mental note to ask Starbreeze if she was in need of accommodations as well, should she be hired on.
The door creaked yet again then, but Taeth only spared a quick glance up as she continued speaking with Seleðryðe, and didn't see the person's face. She'd neglected Seleðryðe for too long already, whether the woman was a client or potential apprentice, and that took precedence.
"But if you're at the inn," Taeth continued, "then I'm sure you don't have the space necessary to work on cutting out a dress. So why don't we do this: for now, I'll hire you as a shop assistant. You won't work on client projects, but you can help me with finishing organizing the shop--the previous seamstress left it in a bit of a mess--and you'll get a minimal salary for that. When the shop is quiet, you can use the space to work on your dress, and I would like to observe the techniques and skills you use. If this is satisfactory, then the next time you come in, I'd also like you to bring the embroidery samples."
Before Seleðryðe could answer, though, a smooth, familiar voice rang through the shop, and warmth flared up Taeth's neck and into her face. "Greetings," she heard Frost say. "I'm looking for some fabric for a summer cloak I'm trying to design. Do you think you could help me in any way?"
Taeth turned to look at him then, a reprimand ready on her lips for interrupting her, but then she caught sight of his clothes. Dear Bema! She'd never seen him wear anything but black before, and that monstrosity of yellow, red, and blue was his selection?
"It's not a cloak you need, but rather a completely new outfit," Taeth answered, her scathing glance topped by an arched brow, though the glint in his eye made her pulse flutter. "And you'll need to wait a moment, I need to finish with..."
Taeth turned back to Seleðryðe, realizing that she had yet to get the woman's name. "I'm sorry, I think we neglected to introduce ourselves. I'm Taethowen. You are?"
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Zarâm - Isengafaeme Smithing, The Streets, Golde ge Eorcanstan
The blacksmith was obviously not pleased with her presence in the shop. Or perhaps the look of displeasure was a permanent fixture. There was no way to know, at least while he was alive. In addition to the owner, there was also a youngster who quickly backed away upon her second request. Zarâm wondered why anyone would be squeamish about needing instruments of torture. They were normal every-day items back at home and she was always on the lookout for more … adventurous ones.
However, the shop owner begrudgingly gave her the requested item for the scavenger hunt. It (along with the stick the now-eaten badger hdsa been on) quickly found its place in the small bag on her hip along with all the other items from the scavenger hunt.
She scowled when Rhys adamantly said to not even think about taking something from the shop. Well, that meant that she certainly WOULD take something. Her eyes darted around the shop before alighting on a small chest which appeared to be full of carpentry tools. They would be rudimentary torture instruments, but would certainly do the job. Taking care to ensure neither of the two humans saw her, Zarâm bent down and picked up several items from the tool chest including a very fine chisel, which would likely be excellent at scraping skin off, a saw, and a hammer. If nothing else the hammer could do great bodily damage. Their handles all were inlaid with an interesting design of a wolf intertwined with a raven. Not particularly vicious, but it would do. Her bag was quickly filling up and unfortunately the saw didn't fit, but after slipping the other tools in, she hid the saw behind her back and slowly backed out of the shop, hopefully without the proprietor noticing. Thankfully, Zarâm had some skills in sneakiness (how else had she acquired all sorts of odds and ends for her shop) and hoped that Rhys was also a bit dense and wouldn't notice the missing items.
Once in the streets, Zarâm needed to quickly figure out what to do with the saw. It would be difficult to continue traipsing around the market with a saw. It was already complicated enough. Zarâm slipped into an alleyway and almost immediately stumbled upon an empty building. It looked like it had been empty for quite some time - there was evidence of rot everywhere and it would make an ideal hiding place for her saw. And for the rest of the Mordor contingent should that time come. Cracking open the door, she placed the saw in a corner and left the building. When she stepped out into from the dank alley back into the brightness of the fair, she blinked, her eyes yet again adjusting to the vile brightness. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much longer before the mayhem of Thali's escape could begin.
Zarâm continued the seemingly never-ending quest for the items in the scavenger hunt. How many shops could there be? And why was everything still standing? A market needed to have a few burning buildings to add to the esthetic. "Not yet," she muttered to herself, "not yet, but soon something will catch on fire."
She continued up the street until she arrived at yet another shop. This time going into a jewellery store. Now Zarâm could appreciate a good necklace or piercing, especially when they were made with the bones of her enemy, but the items in here were far to dainty for the likes of her. They would immediately get destroyed in a melee and there was no chance of them being utilised as a weapon. While jewellery certainly had an appealing look, like anything in Mordor, it had to have a secondary, if not a primary use, as a weapon. She scowled at all the frivolity while looking around for the owner. Upon finding the owner, @Aodh Hammerhelm, she stated, "I am here for the scavenger hunt. Hand over whatever item you are required to for this game." She held out her hand, prepared to hold something far too small for her orcish fingers to grasp.
OOC: (Veowen gave me permission to steal items from Caddrick's (her NPC) tool chest.)
The blacksmith was obviously not pleased with her presence in the shop. Or perhaps the look of displeasure was a permanent fixture. There was no way to know, at least while he was alive. In addition to the owner, there was also a youngster who quickly backed away upon her second request. Zarâm wondered why anyone would be squeamish about needing instruments of torture. They were normal every-day items back at home and she was always on the lookout for more … adventurous ones.
However, the shop owner begrudgingly gave her the requested item for the scavenger hunt. It (along with the stick the now-eaten badger hdsa been on) quickly found its place in the small bag on her hip along with all the other items from the scavenger hunt.
She scowled when Rhys adamantly said to not even think about taking something from the shop. Well, that meant that she certainly WOULD take something. Her eyes darted around the shop before alighting on a small chest which appeared to be full of carpentry tools. They would be rudimentary torture instruments, but would certainly do the job. Taking care to ensure neither of the two humans saw her, Zarâm bent down and picked up several items from the tool chest including a very fine chisel, which would likely be excellent at scraping skin off, a saw, and a hammer. If nothing else the hammer could do great bodily damage. Their handles all were inlaid with an interesting design of a wolf intertwined with a raven. Not particularly vicious, but it would do. Her bag was quickly filling up and unfortunately the saw didn't fit, but after slipping the other tools in, she hid the saw behind her back and slowly backed out of the shop, hopefully without the proprietor noticing. Thankfully, Zarâm had some skills in sneakiness (how else had she acquired all sorts of odds and ends for her shop) and hoped that Rhys was also a bit dense and wouldn't notice the missing items.
Once in the streets, Zarâm needed to quickly figure out what to do with the saw. It would be difficult to continue traipsing around the market with a saw. It was already complicated enough. Zarâm slipped into an alleyway and almost immediately stumbled upon an empty building. It looked like it had been empty for quite some time - there was evidence of rot everywhere and it would make an ideal hiding place for her saw. And for the rest of the Mordor contingent should that time come. Cracking open the door, she placed the saw in a corner and left the building. When she stepped out into from the dank alley back into the brightness of the fair, she blinked, her eyes yet again adjusting to the vile brightness. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much longer before the mayhem of Thali's escape could begin.
Zarâm continued the seemingly never-ending quest for the items in the scavenger hunt. How many shops could there be? And why was everything still standing? A market needed to have a few burning buildings to add to the esthetic. "Not yet," she muttered to herself, "not yet, but soon something will catch on fire."
She continued up the street until she arrived at yet another shop. This time going into a jewellery store. Now Zarâm could appreciate a good necklace or piercing, especially when they were made with the bones of her enemy, but the items in here were far to dainty for the likes of her. They would immediately get destroyed in a melee and there was no chance of them being utilised as a weapon. While jewellery certainly had an appealing look, like anything in Mordor, it had to have a secondary, if not a primary use, as a weapon. She scowled at all the frivolity while looking around for the owner. Upon finding the owner, @Aodh Hammerhelm, she stated, "I am here for the scavenger hunt. Hand over whatever item you are required to for this game." She held out her hand, prepared to hold something far too small for her orcish fingers to grasp.
OOC: (Veowen gave me permission to steal items from Caddrick's (her NPC) tool chest.)
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Eldrith - Faire Food-
I did get it.... *she referred to the letter and kept her voice soft as she spoke to Amadhrill.* In the first place.. one would not wish to disappoint the lady. In the second..
*she glanced over at Cnith and Getale, all too aware of the fact that yes, no matter how efficient they might be handling customers with a smile, they would more than likely be aware of what was spoken about.*
I can't say I am not tempted. I mean.. the Aeldsel.. it meant something. It was a home for so many, in a way. Anyone who visited Rohan came in. And we offered hospitality. That is important. I believe in that, still. As much as a hermit I have been. I am also scared. *She admitted.* What if we try and fail? What if no one but a few want to see the inn opened? What if we have RATS again?
*She shuddered. She'd been practical and dealt with the invasion without vapors, just as she had dealt with the vermin that tried to invade Arn Freablode. But it was not something she liked to think about.* Just about the only time I've seen Cnith upset... Well that and the time that guy grabbed Getale's arm.. I think.
But.. it could be something. It could be something special. Not just a memory. It could be fun. And we could share the work. If necessary we could hire someone else. And Cnith and Getale.. well they can take on more responsibility than they had in the past. They're ready I think, right? I mean.. they're running this stall without any of our help anyway..
*Looking around she suddenly looked kind of ill at ease, especially when she thought she caught sight of something.. black.. and white in the distance. Oh Bema, this had been a bad idea...*
I was doubting after I received the letter and well.. I wanted to make a decision before I spoke to you so I decided I needed to find my .. courage. I may have done something.. foolish to get over my fear.
I did get it.... *she referred to the letter and kept her voice soft as she spoke to Amadhrill.* In the first place.. one would not wish to disappoint the lady. In the second..
*she glanced over at Cnith and Getale, all too aware of the fact that yes, no matter how efficient they might be handling customers with a smile, they would more than likely be aware of what was spoken about.*
I can't say I am not tempted. I mean.. the Aeldsel.. it meant something. It was a home for so many, in a way. Anyone who visited Rohan came in. And we offered hospitality. That is important. I believe in that, still. As much as a hermit I have been. I am also scared. *She admitted.* What if we try and fail? What if no one but a few want to see the inn opened? What if we have RATS again?
*She shuddered. She'd been practical and dealt with the invasion without vapors, just as she had dealt with the vermin that tried to invade Arn Freablode. But it was not something she liked to think about.* Just about the only time I've seen Cnith upset... Well that and the time that guy grabbed Getale's arm.. I think.
But.. it could be something. It could be something special. Not just a memory. It could be fun. And we could share the work. If necessary we could hire someone else. And Cnith and Getale.. well they can take on more responsibility than they had in the past. They're ready I think, right? I mean.. they're running this stall without any of our help anyway..
*Looking around she suddenly looked kind of ill at ease, especially when she thought she caught sight of something.. black.. and white in the distance. Oh Bema, this had been a bad idea...*
I was doubting after I received the letter and well.. I wanted to make a decision before I spoke to you so I decided I needed to find my .. courage. I may have done something.. foolish to get over my fear.
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Bereth - Second Skin Saddle and Tack
“It’s excellent to hear the Festival is drawing new customers and, in turn, hopefully new coin for you shop owners. Perhaps not the initial aim of the festival, but a welcome benefit!” She shook her head a little, nudging away the little nibble of concern at some of the strangers she’d seen, and then added “no, you’re only the second shop I’ve stopped into. But I hope to get to as many as possible. Haha, though as slow as I’ve been this far, the hunt may be over before I finish.”
Ber’s cheeks colored just slightly as she decided to come clean about the ‘lost’ head stall. “To be honest, @Gwai I’m afraid it wasn’t technically mislaid. I traded it for the poor excuse for a horse I have at the moment. He, well,” she wasn’t sure how to explain. “He couldn’t remain with the company that had him. He - he needed me. And they seemed to think the medallions on it worth more then they actually were. It was quite odd.” She shrugged helplessly, and left it at that for the moment.
“Your offer of lending one of yours in the interim is quite kind, but I’ve an old one I’ve been using to get by. This one I wish you to re-make, it was a gift. I should hate to explain my poor excuse for no longer having it, if pressed. But I doubt that would ever be the case.” She kept her tone light and unconcerned, though it was another reminder of loss. So much loss. “So you see, there is truly no hurry. I’ll stop in again in 3 weeks, and even then, if it’s only to visit, it will be fine.”
Her eyes brightened at the gift, no mere trinket, and she voiced her gratitude. “Now these I seem to mislay in truth, so an extra will come in very handy. May your day be full, both with friends and profit!”
“It’s excellent to hear the Festival is drawing new customers and, in turn, hopefully new coin for you shop owners. Perhaps not the initial aim of the festival, but a welcome benefit!” She shook her head a little, nudging away the little nibble of concern at some of the strangers she’d seen, and then added “no, you’re only the second shop I’ve stopped into. But I hope to get to as many as possible. Haha, though as slow as I’ve been this far, the hunt may be over before I finish.”
Ber’s cheeks colored just slightly as she decided to come clean about the ‘lost’ head stall. “To be honest, @Gwai I’m afraid it wasn’t technically mislaid. I traded it for the poor excuse for a horse I have at the moment. He, well,” she wasn’t sure how to explain. “He couldn’t remain with the company that had him. He - he needed me. And they seemed to think the medallions on it worth more then they actually were. It was quite odd.” She shrugged helplessly, and left it at that for the moment.
“Your offer of lending one of yours in the interim is quite kind, but I’ve an old one I’ve been using to get by. This one I wish you to re-make, it was a gift. I should hate to explain my poor excuse for no longer having it, if pressed. But I doubt that would ever be the case.” She kept her tone light and unconcerned, though it was another reminder of loss. So much loss. “So you see, there is truly no hurry. I’ll stop in again in 3 weeks, and even then, if it’s only to visit, it will be fine.”
Her eyes brightened at the gift, no mere trinket, and she voiced her gratitude. “Now these I seem to mislay in truth, so an extra will come in very handy. May your day be full, both with friends and profit!”
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Ellisiva heading to Pen and Ink
Proprietor: @Aethelu
A shop selling pens, inks, parchment and other writing supplies.
Ellisiva grinned at the proprietor of Second Skin Saddle and Tack as she handed her the secret weapon with a serious air of enjoyment and contentment. As Ellisiva exited she thought to herself, there is a woman who is happy and pleased with her lot. The woman felt sure that such a happy shopping experience could be found nowhere else on Middle Earth. Now, she really need to hurry to get the rest of her items, so she hot-footed towards the pen, ink and parchment shop which was just nearby. This shop, Pen and Ink, was not the sort of shop Ellisiva would naturally frequent, so hoping she didn't knock anything over she approached the counter, coughed lightly and said, "Please, I'm looking for the secret item."
Proprietor: @Aethelu
A shop selling pens, inks, parchment and other writing supplies.
Ellisiva grinned at the proprietor of Second Skin Saddle and Tack as she handed her the secret weapon with a serious air of enjoyment and contentment. As Ellisiva exited she thought to herself, there is a woman who is happy and pleased with her lot. The woman felt sure that such a happy shopping experience could be found nowhere else on Middle Earth. Now, she really need to hurry to get the rest of her items, so she hot-footed towards the pen, ink and parchment shop which was just nearby. This shop, Pen and Ink, was not the sort of shop Ellisiva would naturally frequent, so hoping she didn't knock anything over she approached the counter, coughed lightly and said, "Please, I'm looking for the secret item."
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Aethelu - Pen and Ink
Her first customer was certainly making a great many flourishes as he took his items. Bows and winks were more than she had been expecting. She tried to remind herself that this was merely how some people behaved naturally. She could not let a few bad experiences with less than pleasant men in her travels cloud her judgement of all men. After all, what kind of shopkeeper would that make her if she was suspicious of every man who walked in her shop. After all, he had been her first customer and was now setting her on her way at last.
She smiled and waved as the man left her shop, allowing herself a moment to bask in the glory of her first sale. And her first scavenger. This was going to be an excellent day, how could it not be. She was lost in thought now imagining her future with her shop going from strength to strength. She couldn't wait for the time when she could tell her family how wonderfully things were going. It was all going to work out she was sure of it.
Aethelu was so lost in her own little daydreams she didn't notice the woman (Ellisiva) entering her shop until she heard a cough. With a jump, she turned to see a woman in a beautiful red gown standing at the counter. "Welcome," she said with a smile. Another treasure hunter. "Of course, I will get that for you." She reached under the counter and picked up the item, sliding it across the counter. "There you go, I hope your hunt is going well."
(@Queen Nerwen: Your secret item is a ribbon in a bow sealed with a wax seal!)
Her first customer was certainly making a great many flourishes as he took his items. Bows and winks were more than she had been expecting. She tried to remind herself that this was merely how some people behaved naturally. She could not let a few bad experiences with less than pleasant men in her travels cloud her judgement of all men. After all, what kind of shopkeeper would that make her if she was suspicious of every man who walked in her shop. After all, he had been her first customer and was now setting her on her way at last.
She smiled and waved as the man left her shop, allowing herself a moment to bask in the glory of her first sale. And her first scavenger. This was going to be an excellent day, how could it not be. She was lost in thought now imagining her future with her shop going from strength to strength. She couldn't wait for the time when she could tell her family how wonderfully things were going. It was all going to work out she was sure of it.
Aethelu was so lost in her own little daydreams she didn't notice the woman (Ellisiva) entering her shop until she heard a cough. With a jump, she turned to see a woman in a beautiful red gown standing at the counter. "Welcome," she said with a smile. Another treasure hunter. "Of course, I will get that for you." She reached under the counter and picked up the item, sliding it across the counter. "There you go, I hope your hunt is going well."
(@Queen Nerwen: Your secret item is a ribbon in a bow sealed with a wax seal!)
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Amadhrill – Faire Food
She smiled a bit. «No, one would not wish to disappoint lady Eleowyn, nor anyone else, for that matter who... so specifically asks to have the Ældsel up. And I must say, I am very honored that someone like her would go to the trouble of sending us a letter and make the request.» She paused as she drew her breath slowly as she listened to Eldrith's words, her fears much alike her own.
«I fear failure too... more then rats.» her words were followed by a short laughter, now, years later, she could laugh at it, but back then it had not been a laughing matter, racing rats of Rohan all over the Inn. Again her eyes darted to Getale and Cnith, working in such perfect unision, was it to show that they too would take on new responsibilities for this? «It would be fun, and great, if we could return the Ældsel to at least some of it's former glory. If we share the work, and hire someone, if needed... I do want it to work.»
There was a certain eagerness in her eyes, a twinkle from old memories and the sense of adventures she had thought was put behind her, in her past. «I think they» she shot a glance towards Getale and Cnith, catching the eyes of Getale who imidiately started cleaning around the counter. «I think that our combined attention should be enough in the beginning, with the help of Getale and Cnith. Then, should we find that this engagement take more time and effort than we expect, we are always free to seek hired help, are we not?»
Her mind drifted for a moment towards more practical arrangement, for one, was the Ældsel still standing? What would they need to do to even get it up and ready for guests... «What is it, Eldrith? You look... well, not well... Foolish? What on Arda have you done to find your courage, you did not usually take rash decision...»
Her green eyes looked straight into Eldrith's, trying to read mind.
She smiled a bit. «No, one would not wish to disappoint lady Eleowyn, nor anyone else, for that matter who... so specifically asks to have the Ældsel up. And I must say, I am very honored that someone like her would go to the trouble of sending us a letter and make the request.» She paused as she drew her breath slowly as she listened to Eldrith's words, her fears much alike her own.
«I fear failure too... more then rats.» her words were followed by a short laughter, now, years later, she could laugh at it, but back then it had not been a laughing matter, racing rats of Rohan all over the Inn. Again her eyes darted to Getale and Cnith, working in such perfect unision, was it to show that they too would take on new responsibilities for this? «It would be fun, and great, if we could return the Ældsel to at least some of it's former glory. If we share the work, and hire someone, if needed... I do want it to work.»
There was a certain eagerness in her eyes, a twinkle from old memories and the sense of adventures she had thought was put behind her, in her past. «I think they» she shot a glance towards Getale and Cnith, catching the eyes of Getale who imidiately started cleaning around the counter. «I think that our combined attention should be enough in the beginning, with the help of Getale and Cnith. Then, should we find that this engagement take more time and effort than we expect, we are always free to seek hired help, are we not?»
Her mind drifted for a moment towards more practical arrangement, for one, was the Ældsel still standing? What would they need to do to even get it up and ready for guests... «What is it, Eldrith? You look... well, not well... Foolish? What on Arda have you done to find your courage, you did not usually take rash decision...»
Her green eyes looked straight into Eldrith's, trying to read mind.
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Golde ge Eorcanstan: NPC: Sheemie Rheus
Festival day drew on. The market and fairground were packed and the Beda-sweoster had still not found him. Sheemie’s panic had dwindled though. Most of the crowd didn’t seem interested in buying jools or shinies - they had too many other things to do. Sheemie was quite happy about this; the thought of counting money and making change made him nervous. Also, he had no idea how much each item was priced at.
Well, it was quiet, and he wished he could go off and show Michæl all the fun of the fair. But that would mean the stall would be unwatched and he couldn’t have that. Lawks, no! There might be footpads about, or worse, bad folk who would steal the shop goods without a…
As if the fates had read his thoughts, Sheemie looked up and found a gruesome looking creature (Zarâm @Dimcairien Luiniel ) standing at his counter. The smell of the thing was awful too, and Sheemie shuddered as it spoke and revealed a set of green-tinged teeth.
“Huh-huh Hullo,” he managed at last, gathering Michæl up and placing him in the relative safety of his shirt pocket. “How can Sheemie helped you, sir? Erm, or is it madam? Scavenger hunt…?” Sheemie’s brow wrinkled and his eyes swam out of focus.
“La!” he cried suddenly, palming his forehead with a loud slap. “Scavenger hunt… of course! Cry your pardon big-big, Mister or Missus!” Sheemie held out a small wrapped parcel, and hoped the creature’s scabby fingers wouldn’t make contact with his own.
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Festival day drew on. The market and fairground were packed and the Beda-sweoster had still not found him. Sheemie’s panic had dwindled though. Most of the crowd didn’t seem interested in buying jools or shinies - they had too many other things to do. Sheemie was quite happy about this; the thought of counting money and making change made him nervous. Also, he had no idea how much each item was priced at.
Well, it was quiet, and he wished he could go off and show Michæl all the fun of the fair. But that would mean the stall would be unwatched and he couldn’t have that. Lawks, no! There might be footpads about, or worse, bad folk who would steal the shop goods without a…
As if the fates had read his thoughts, Sheemie looked up and found a gruesome looking creature (Zarâm @Dimcairien Luiniel ) standing at his counter. The smell of the thing was awful too, and Sheemie shuddered as it spoke and revealed a set of green-tinged teeth.
“Huh-huh Hullo,” he managed at last, gathering Michæl up and placing him in the relative safety of his shirt pocket. “How can Sheemie helped you, sir? Erm, or is it madam? Scavenger hunt…?” Sheemie’s brow wrinkled and his eyes swam out of focus.
“La!” he cried suddenly, palming his forehead with a loud slap. “Scavenger hunt… of course! Cry your pardon big-big, Mister or Missus!” Sheemie held out a small wrapped parcel, and hoped the creature’s scabby fingers wouldn’t make contact with his own.
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Second Skin Saddles and Tack
Gwai listened quietly as @Bereth described how she no longer had possession of the headstall which clearly had sentimental value, as it was a gift, and one she was eager to replace. "I'm sorry you no longer have it," Gwai answered sympathetically, "But it sounds as if it was worth the loss, if you have saved a horse from an unfortunate situation!" she said with confidence. She rummaged around behind the counter once more, and found what she was looking for, a small basket full of scraps of various leather pieces which needed to be either repaired or thrown out. Tossing the pieces on the counter, she offered Bereth the basket. "Here you go, for your scavenger hunt!" she said with a smile. "Now you can keep your items secret!" she winked. "And yes, I think three weeks time will be more than enough for me to finish the headstall. Once the festival ends," she added, "Things should get back to normal, and I can focus on it. Stop by whenever you want! I'll put tea on next time," she said with a smile.
Gwai listened quietly as @Bereth described how she no longer had possession of the headstall which clearly had sentimental value, as it was a gift, and one she was eager to replace. "I'm sorry you no longer have it," Gwai answered sympathetically, "But it sounds as if it was worth the loss, if you have saved a horse from an unfortunate situation!" she said with confidence. She rummaged around behind the counter once more, and found what she was looking for, a small basket full of scraps of various leather pieces which needed to be either repaired or thrown out. Tossing the pieces on the counter, she offered Bereth the basket. "Here you go, for your scavenger hunt!" she said with a smile. "Now you can keep your items secret!" she winked. "And yes, I think three weeks time will be more than enough for me to finish the headstall. Once the festival ends," she added, "Things should get back to normal, and I can focus on it. Stop by whenever you want! I'll put tea on next time," she said with a smile.
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Eldrith - Faire Food-
*She held out her hand to Amadhrill, almost as if to seal a pact. A pact that they would.. try. That they would see to it. There was a lot of arranging to be done. Especially since there WAS an inn. And while it didn't function as well as the Aeldsel, it did function, and she wouldn't want to get people's noses out of joint. But perhaps it could be both. Or perhaps the cavalry would claim it.. or perhaps people didn't even want to hold it open but felt.. duty bound. She would look into that. They had time. at the question though.. she paused. And blushed. She looked up into Amadhrill's eyes, meeting her gaze and then.. casting down her own she mumbled something inaudible.
That would not do. It would never do. It took some effort but she looked up again and me the eyes of her friend, after one last glance around to make certain no one was listening inn, she finally spat it out.*
I registered for the Campian battle...
*She held out her hand to Amadhrill, almost as if to seal a pact. A pact that they would.. try. That they would see to it. There was a lot of arranging to be done. Especially since there WAS an inn. And while it didn't function as well as the Aeldsel, it did function, and she wouldn't want to get people's noses out of joint. But perhaps it could be both. Or perhaps the cavalry would claim it.. or perhaps people didn't even want to hold it open but felt.. duty bound. She would look into that. They had time. at the question though.. she paused. And blushed. She looked up into Amadhrill's eyes, meeting her gaze and then.. casting down her own she mumbled something inaudible.
That would not do. It would never do. It took some effort but she looked up again and me the eyes of her friend, after one last glance around to make certain no one was listening inn, she finally spat it out.*
I registered for the Campian battle...
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CweÞ Ciese
Proprietor: @Thalionwen
Fresh cheeses and other fine dairy products as well as eggs
Ellisiva held the delicate secret item, "Thank you so much", she dipped her head, "I really like your shop, though I know nothing of the finer works of pens and ink. I hope to return and explore these wares more closely one afternoon. Once I am done hunting!" She tucked the ribbon away with good cheer, waved at lady behind the counter and departed.
Once more outside in the main market place things seemed to be getting busier. There was a fine energy of excitement and fervour about the place. Ellisiva took a moment to admire Edoras in all it's glory. Coming from the stone built lands of the south, she admired the ingenuity of the horse lords to built their kingdom so beautifully with natural resource. She lifted her skirts and crossed the busy thoroughfare to the next shop which had caught her eye. The creamy, warm scent of milk and dairy greeted her as she entered CweÞ Ciese. "Hello there", she said to the woman she presumed was the owner, "I am here for my secret item please".
Proprietor: @Thalionwen
Fresh cheeses and other fine dairy products as well as eggs
Ellisiva held the delicate secret item, "Thank you so much", she dipped her head, "I really like your shop, though I know nothing of the finer works of pens and ink. I hope to return and explore these wares more closely one afternoon. Once I am done hunting!" She tucked the ribbon away with good cheer, waved at lady behind the counter and departed.
Once more outside in the main market place things seemed to be getting busier. There was a fine energy of excitement and fervour about the place. Ellisiva took a moment to admire Edoras in all it's glory. Coming from the stone built lands of the south, she admired the ingenuity of the horse lords to built their kingdom so beautifully with natural resource. She lifted her skirts and crossed the busy thoroughfare to the next shop which had caught her eye. The creamy, warm scent of milk and dairy greeted her as she entered CweÞ Ciese. "Hello there", she said to the woman she presumed was the owner, "I am here for my secret item please".
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She started counting out the silver for the fabric while listening to the rest of Taethowen's proposition. This all sounded more than reasonable. In fact, it sounded slightly too good to be true - surely there would be a catch somewhere along the line. Finding a job and a place to live as soon as she arrived in the city? But she could not see any harm in accepting, even if it did not work out in the end.
The conversation was briefly interrupted by another customer, wearing a very odd outfit indeed, and when Taethowen turned back to her, Seleðryðe realized she had completely failed to introduce herself properly. She flushed slightly. "I am so sorry, where are my manners. I'm Seleðryðe, it's lovely to meet you. And yes, thank you, that sounds wonderful. I can start whenever you'd like - what do you need help with?"
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Amadhrill – Faire Food
«YOU REGISTERED FOR...» Amadhrill barely stopped herself in time, as Getale and Cnith and some other festival goers turned to look at her. She drew her breath and lowered her voice. «You entered into the campian?!» she looked with utter disbelief at her friend Eldrith. For a moment she was about to grab Eldriths arm and turn her around to look if she had her fingers crossed or someone was hiding behind her to make her do this. Then she laughed merrily. «You, freond min, are full of surprises!»
Her face turned into a worried look as she carefully looked the woman up and down, measuring her with the trained eyes of a hælend, a combination of warrior and healer. Eldrith was shorter then most Rohirrim, yet she looked strong, but could she wield any weapons other than those belonging in the kitchen?
«Well, then, may it bring you honor and not too many bruises! Have you also spent those days on the estate practising weaponry?! I have not participated in such a tournament for years, but I will certainly come and cheer you on!» Then she bowed deeply. «I am at your service, if you require any, my lady. Is there anything I can do to prepare you for this happening?»
«YOU REGISTERED FOR...» Amadhrill barely stopped herself in time, as Getale and Cnith and some other festival goers turned to look at her. She drew her breath and lowered her voice. «You entered into the campian?!» she looked with utter disbelief at her friend Eldrith. For a moment she was about to grab Eldriths arm and turn her around to look if she had her fingers crossed or someone was hiding behind her to make her do this. Then she laughed merrily. «You, freond min, are full of surprises!»
Her face turned into a worried look as she carefully looked the woman up and down, measuring her with the trained eyes of a hælend, a combination of warrior and healer. Eldrith was shorter then most Rohirrim, yet she looked strong, but could she wield any weapons other than those belonging in the kitchen?
«Well, then, may it bring you honor and not too many bruises! Have you also spent those days on the estate practising weaponry?! I have not participated in such a tournament for years, but I will certainly come and cheer you on!» Then she bowed deeply. «I am at your service, if you require any, my lady. Is there anything I can do to prepare you for this happening?»
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Bereth - from Second Skin to Pen and Ink
Ber gathered the unexpected gift of the basket into her arms, thanking Gwai further, although she halfways wanted to protest. Or offer to pay. But she simply accepted it and smiled. One never could have too many baskets!
Reentering the streets, she was examining the weave of the basket, trying to imagine the craftsman who created it, where the reeds and willows might have originated, how long ago it was made. Lost in her wonderings, she had to twirl about, basket held up high, to avoid bumping into several children playing a game of hide and seek! She should have cautioned them not to make a nuisance of themselves, or cause someone to trip, but she merely laughed as they vanished amidst a blossom of giggles.
Pen and Ink
Pausing at the entrance of another shop, she realized she didn’t really need anything within right at the moment, but hated not patronizing it in her search for the Hunt prizes. Ah, but she could always use more parchment. Perhaps some better quality would be an indulgence.
“Hello!” she chirruped in greeting @Aethelu, the day had done wonders for her spirits. “I am called Ber, if you will. A Happy Festival to you!”
She settled her basket on the counter and peered at the assortment offered, before looking up into Aethelu’s eyes to inquire. “Do you have any parchment that it extremely thin, almost opaque? Or perhaps even translucent?” She laughed softly. “I may have merely dreamed of such, I’m not sure it exists.”
Ber gathered the unexpected gift of the basket into her arms, thanking Gwai further, although she halfways wanted to protest. Or offer to pay. But she simply accepted it and smiled. One never could have too many baskets!
Reentering the streets, she was examining the weave of the basket, trying to imagine the craftsman who created it, where the reeds and willows might have originated, how long ago it was made. Lost in her wonderings, she had to twirl about, basket held up high, to avoid bumping into several children playing a game of hide and seek! She should have cautioned them not to make a nuisance of themselves, or cause someone to trip, but she merely laughed as they vanished amidst a blossom of giggles.
Pen and Ink
Pausing at the entrance of another shop, she realized she didn’t really need anything within right at the moment, but hated not patronizing it in her search for the Hunt prizes. Ah, but she could always use more parchment. Perhaps some better quality would be an indulgence.
“Hello!” she chirruped in greeting @Aethelu, the day had done wonders for her spirits. “I am called Ber, if you will. A Happy Festival to you!”
She settled her basket on the counter and peered at the assortment offered, before looking up into Aethelu’s eyes to inquire. “Do you have any parchment that it extremely thin, almost opaque? Or perhaps even translucent?” She laughed softly. “I may have merely dreamed of such, I’m not sure it exists.”
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CweÞ Ciese
No sooner had Frost exited the shop than a bright-eyed dwarf lady took his place. In the straightforward way of her people, she came up to the counter and asked directly but politely for the scavenger hunt's secret item.
Thalionwen smiled. She liked dwarves. She liked the way they spoke their minds, and worked hard, and held strong opinions. There was a great deal to admire about them. Fishing under the counter, she pulled out a small packet.
"Hello, brave scavenger hunter," she said. "I believe this is what you're looking for. I hope your time in Edoras has been pleasant so far, and that the people of Rohan are making you welcome."
(@Queen Nerwen: Your scavenger hunt item is a small goat's cheese, wrapped in cloth and bound with twine)
No sooner had Frost exited the shop than a bright-eyed dwarf lady took his place. In the straightforward way of her people, she came up to the counter and asked directly but politely for the scavenger hunt's secret item.
Thalionwen smiled. She liked dwarves. She liked the way they spoke their minds, and worked hard, and held strong opinions. There was a great deal to admire about them. Fishing under the counter, she pulled out a small packet.
"Hello, brave scavenger hunter," she said. "I believe this is what you're looking for. I hope your time in Edoras has been pleasant so far, and that the people of Rohan are making you welcome."
(@Queen Nerwen: Your scavenger hunt item is a small goat's cheese, wrapped in cloth and bound with twine)
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Zarâm - Golde ge EorcanstanAwesnis, The Streets, Gærwe Nædleprica
The secret item was placed into Zarâm's hand, the proprietor taking care to not touch her hand. "It's not like I have flesh-rotting disease," huffed Zarâm as she left. "What is it with these humans and their disdain?" The life of an orc was rough. So what if they were servants of the great Sauron? They were still beings in Middle Earth and ought to be treated with respect!
She marched out into the streets and stuffed the latest acquired object into her bag. Looking around she wondered what other shops she still needed to visit. The list had grown shorter, but there were still several ones to pop into and hopefully give a few other proprietor's heart attacks. Zarâm considered it great skill that she hadn't yet attempt to kill someone in the Riddermark, but hopefully such indications wouldn't need to last much longer. Her body ached for a great fight and blood drawn, though obviously not her own. Before she knew it, Zarâm's feet had taken her to the entrance of what appeared to be a rather crowded shop. She threw open the door and stomped inside, but before she could begin her usual tirade that always frightened people, she noticed some familiar faces. Frost was someone she knew both from the Mordor Pub and in the previous adventures in the Meduseld tent. And of course, the owner of the shop looked vaguely familiar. There were several other people there as well, shoppers or sewers by the look of them.
Zarâm slunk up to the owner and said, "Hello Taethowen. Are there any items for the scavenger hunt in here?" It would be best to hold some type of manners while in this shop. Taethowen was a friend (former friend?, Zarâm shook her head, she wasn't quite sure of the details) to the delightful Thali, so it would hold to keep some semblance of being polite. Not to mention the Numenormian Frost was in there and Zarâm was trying to get into his graces as it was always helpful to be on the "not actively trying to kill you" side of the more interesting characters in Mordor. He had a sense of decorum around him when it was necessary and right now it was probably wise to model that decorum.
While waiting for Taethowen to answer, Zarâm's fingers stretched out towards a bolt of rather expensive looking bolt of cloth. She discreetly picked it up and began to examine in it with the pretense of purchasing it, which she did not intend to do. After receiving the hidden item, she marched out of the shop, bolt of Shire cotton still in her arms.
OOC: @Taethowen and @Frostbite (do what you want with the attempted theft.)
The secret item was placed into Zarâm's hand, the proprietor taking care to not touch her hand. "It's not like I have flesh-rotting disease," huffed Zarâm as she left. "What is it with these humans and their disdain?" The life of an orc was rough. So what if they were servants of the great Sauron? They were still beings in Middle Earth and ought to be treated with respect!
She marched out into the streets and stuffed the latest acquired object into her bag. Looking around she wondered what other shops she still needed to visit. The list had grown shorter, but there were still several ones to pop into and hopefully give a few other proprietor's heart attacks. Zarâm considered it great skill that she hadn't yet attempt to kill someone in the Riddermark, but hopefully such indications wouldn't need to last much longer. Her body ached for a great fight and blood drawn, though obviously not her own. Before she knew it, Zarâm's feet had taken her to the entrance of what appeared to be a rather crowded shop. She threw open the door and stomped inside, but before she could begin her usual tirade that always frightened people, she noticed some familiar faces. Frost was someone she knew both from the Mordor Pub and in the previous adventures in the Meduseld tent. And of course, the owner of the shop looked vaguely familiar. There were several other people there as well, shoppers or sewers by the look of them.
Zarâm slunk up to the owner and said, "Hello Taethowen. Are there any items for the scavenger hunt in here?" It would be best to hold some type of manners while in this shop. Taethowen was a friend (former friend?, Zarâm shook her head, she wasn't quite sure of the details) to the delightful Thali, so it would hold to keep some semblance of being polite. Not to mention the Numenormian Frost was in there and Zarâm was trying to get into his graces as it was always helpful to be on the "not actively trying to kill you" side of the more interesting characters in Mordor. He had a sense of decorum around him when it was necessary and right now it was probably wise to model that decorum.
While waiting for Taethowen to answer, Zarâm's fingers stretched out towards a bolt of rather expensive looking bolt of cloth. She discreetly picked it up and began to examine in it with the pretense of purchasing it, which she did not intend to do. After receiving the hidden item, she marched out of the shop, bolt of Shire cotton still in her arms.
OOC: @Taethowen and @Frostbite (do what you want with the attempted theft.)
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Taethowen - Awesnis Gærwe Nædleprica
"It's wonderful to meet you, Seleðryðe," Taethowen smiled. "Can you manage staying at the inn until the end of the festival? My home is not quite ready for residents yet."
Taeth finished folding up the fabric for Seleðryðe, and handed it over as she took the coin. "Honestly, the most pressing issue right now is finishing organizing the back room. I'd been away from Rohan for a while, you see, and when I returned a found a... less than satisfactory seamstress basically squatting in my shop." Taeth gestured to the curtain that split the front and back of the shop apart. "She left a bunch of stuff behind but with the Summer Festival I just haven't had the chance to do anything more than clear a single set of shelves.
"You don't need to start on it today, though, if you'd rather come back tomorrow," Taeth said to Seleðryðe, hoping to wrap things up quickly, casting her gaze over to where Frost waited, subconsciously tugging the bodice of her dress smooth, and running her palms down the skirt. Why could he still make her nervous, even in that ridiculous get-up? "I'm sure there's some of the Festival activities you'd still like to check out, especially if you haven't been in Edoras for long."
Taethowen was about to step over to Starbreeze next and see if she might be able to handle the shop for a while when the door opened again. Seriously? Why was the seamstress shop so popular today? And most of them not even for the scavenger hunt!
Her eyes narrowed a little as an... unexpected creature (Zarâm) walked in. An orc-woman, to be specific. Her eyes flickering between Frost and Zarâm, though Zarâm seemed to more or less ignore Frost's presence. She was certain they knew each other, though. No matter, really. She doubted Frost would deny any existing connection, but it was the orc's intentions she was uncertain of.
What was even stranger was that the orc greeted her by name. Taeth was fairly certain that Frost had not told anyone about their connection yet, and so that meant... Thalionwen. Zarâm asked after the secret item for the scavenger hunt, though, and with a reluctant scowl she crossed the shop back to the counter, and retrieved it.
When she turned back, she noticed the bolt of Shire cotton the orc had picked up, but Taeth didn't like the shiftiness in Zarâm's stance. Nevertheless, Zarâm had stated she was here for the scavenger hunt, so Taeth would give her a chance. But only one.
"Here you go," Taeth said, holding out a ((silver thimble)). "Good luck with the rest of the hunt."
Then, Taeth watched incredulously, as Zarâm took the item, then turned and marched straight to the door and out of it, bolt of Shire cotton still in hand.
"Stop!" Taeth shouted, as she rounded the counter, a few choice words falling from her lips she made to dart out the door behind the thieving orc. No one would get away with stealing from Awesnis under her very nose, in broad daylight. If Zarâm were an... acquaintance of Frost's, though,Taeth wouldn't turn down his help.
"It's wonderful to meet you, Seleðryðe," Taethowen smiled. "Can you manage staying at the inn until the end of the festival? My home is not quite ready for residents yet."
Taeth finished folding up the fabric for Seleðryðe, and handed it over as she took the coin. "Honestly, the most pressing issue right now is finishing organizing the back room. I'd been away from Rohan for a while, you see, and when I returned a found a... less than satisfactory seamstress basically squatting in my shop." Taeth gestured to the curtain that split the front and back of the shop apart. "She left a bunch of stuff behind but with the Summer Festival I just haven't had the chance to do anything more than clear a single set of shelves.
"You don't need to start on it today, though, if you'd rather come back tomorrow," Taeth said to Seleðryðe, hoping to wrap things up quickly, casting her gaze over to where Frost waited, subconsciously tugging the bodice of her dress smooth, and running her palms down the skirt. Why could he still make her nervous, even in that ridiculous get-up? "I'm sure there's some of the Festival activities you'd still like to check out, especially if you haven't been in Edoras for long."
Taethowen was about to step over to Starbreeze next and see if she might be able to handle the shop for a while when the door opened again. Seriously? Why was the seamstress shop so popular today? And most of them not even for the scavenger hunt!
Her eyes narrowed a little as an... unexpected creature (Zarâm) walked in. An orc-woman, to be specific. Her eyes flickering between Frost and Zarâm, though Zarâm seemed to more or less ignore Frost's presence. She was certain they knew each other, though. No matter, really. She doubted Frost would deny any existing connection, but it was the orc's intentions she was uncertain of.
What was even stranger was that the orc greeted her by name. Taeth was fairly certain that Frost had not told anyone about their connection yet, and so that meant... Thalionwen. Zarâm asked after the secret item for the scavenger hunt, though, and with a reluctant scowl she crossed the shop back to the counter, and retrieved it.
When she turned back, she noticed the bolt of Shire cotton the orc had picked up, but Taeth didn't like the shiftiness in Zarâm's stance. Nevertheless, Zarâm had stated she was here for the scavenger hunt, so Taeth would give her a chance. But only one.
"Here you go," Taeth said, holding out a ((silver thimble)). "Good luck with the rest of the hunt."
Then, Taeth watched incredulously, as Zarâm took the item, then turned and marched straight to the door and out of it, bolt of Shire cotton still in hand.
"Stop!" Taeth shouted, as she rounded the counter, a few choice words falling from her lips she made to dart out the door behind the thieving orc. No one would get away with stealing from Awesnis under her very nose, in broad daylight. If Zarâm were an... acquaintance of Frost's, though,Taeth wouldn't turn down his help.
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Ellisiva Yylva, heading to:
Isengafaeme Smithing
Proprietor: Rhys (NPC of @Rowena Ellenweorc )
A blacksmith shop
Ellisiva gently took the wrapped cheese from the seller, wondering if she wanted to put it in her pocket. Maybe she should go back to the first shop and buy a bag of some description. "I've found Edoras to be a most welcoming city" she said, nodding, "I will be coming back around when there are less pressing matters". She waved her spare hand in farewell and still carrying the cheese proceeded outside. To her right, she could hear a familiar clanging noise and as she went around the corner, following her ears, the air got distinctly warmer. Before her was a blacksmith's shop, filled with all sorts of hardware and well crafted goods. "Greetings, sir" she called to the proprietor, "I come in search of my secret item if you please".
Isengafaeme Smithing
Proprietor: Rhys (NPC of @Rowena Ellenweorc )
A blacksmith shop
Ellisiva gently took the wrapped cheese from the seller, wondering if she wanted to put it in her pocket. Maybe she should go back to the first shop and buy a bag of some description. "I've found Edoras to be a most welcoming city" she said, nodding, "I will be coming back around when there are less pressing matters". She waved her spare hand in farewell and still carrying the cheese proceeded outside. To her right, she could hear a familiar clanging noise and as she went around the corner, following her ears, the air got distinctly warmer. Before her was a blacksmith's shop, filled with all sorts of hardware and well crafted goods. "Greetings, sir" she called to the proprietor, "I come in search of my secret item if you please".
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Thalionwen, CweÞ Ciese
Hearing a distant shout through her open shop door, Thalionwen glanced out the window only to find Zarâm striding across the square with a large bolt of Shire cotton tucked firmly under one arm.
Well that couldn't be right. Thalionwen was absolutely certain Zarâm couldn't sew, and noticed clothes so little it was a mercy she wore any at all.
"Whoops!" Thali muttered under her breath, and hurried out of CweÞ Ciese.
The Streets, Awesnis Gærwe Nædleprica
"Oh Zarâm!" Thalionwen called out, waving to her putrid friend as she came across the square and stopped before her. "I keep seeing you here and there and we never get a chance to chat. Welcome, very belatedly, to Rohan. Are you going to get some clothes made for yourself? I think that's a marvelous idea--your wardrobe could use a bit of...updating. But you do have to pay for things here--haggling in Edoras doesn't start out with attempted theft and move on from there, like it does in the Black Market. Let's walk back together and have a quick talk with Taeth about sewing you something. Maybe a pair of comfortable trousers and a nice loose tunic? We'll get it sorted."
Looping her arm through Zarâm's, Thali led her back into Awesnis and up to the counter, where she fished in her pocket and dug out a handful of coins.
"Morning, Taeth," Thali said brightly. "Though it's just about afternoon now--have you eaten lunch? You should eat lunch--I'll bring you something when I get a chance. Anyway, I think we've had a bit of a misunderstanding. My lovely friend Zarâm would like to purchase this bolt of fabric and have you make her a pair of loose trousers and a tunic. Something comfortable she can move about in, and that's good for a hot day--it can get absolutely sweltering at midsummer in Mordor. You can do that, can't you?"
Hearing a distant shout through her open shop door, Thalionwen glanced out the window only to find Zarâm striding across the square with a large bolt of Shire cotton tucked firmly under one arm.
Well that couldn't be right. Thalionwen was absolutely certain Zarâm couldn't sew, and noticed clothes so little it was a mercy she wore any at all.
"Whoops!" Thali muttered under her breath, and hurried out of CweÞ Ciese.
The Streets, Awesnis Gærwe Nædleprica
"Oh Zarâm!" Thalionwen called out, waving to her putrid friend as she came across the square and stopped before her. "I keep seeing you here and there and we never get a chance to chat. Welcome, very belatedly, to Rohan. Are you going to get some clothes made for yourself? I think that's a marvelous idea--your wardrobe could use a bit of...updating. But you do have to pay for things here--haggling in Edoras doesn't start out with attempted theft and move on from there, like it does in the Black Market. Let's walk back together and have a quick talk with Taeth about sewing you something. Maybe a pair of comfortable trousers and a nice loose tunic? We'll get it sorted."
Looping her arm through Zarâm's, Thali led her back into Awesnis and up to the counter, where she fished in her pocket and dug out a handful of coins.
"Morning, Taeth," Thali said brightly. "Though it's just about afternoon now--have you eaten lunch? You should eat lunch--I'll bring you something when I get a chance. Anyway, I think we've had a bit of a misunderstanding. My lovely friend Zarâm would like to purchase this bolt of fabric and have you make her a pair of loose trousers and a tunic. Something comfortable she can move about in, and that's good for a hot day--it can get absolutely sweltering at midsummer in Mordor. You can do that, can't you?"
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Isengafaeme Smithing
Rhys was still in a mood and a half especially after the last customer. And he didn't trust that the customer didn't take something, so he was taking full inventory. Therefore he assigned his son to taking the next customer, who seemed a little more 'normal'.
The black haired youth with a white streak over his left eye, smiled politely and nodded at the customer (Ellysiva [or however its spelled... champion speller I am not lol]), not saying much when asked for the secret item. This woman seemed nice enough. Hmm what could he give her. He looked over their set of secret items and then picked one up and handed it to the woman. 'M-mate sure y-you show d-dis…' He pointed to a certain spot as he stammered out his words.
'A-anydin else I tin get ver ya?' He asked curiously, trying to be brave despite being self conscious about his stutter and lisp. He liked working with his father though, because it didn't require TOO much talking, just mostly taking orders, and that was it. People usually came in knowing what they want, and the rest was mostly creating things.
His eyes fell over to the corner where his brother's tools were kept and his eyes widened briefly. He didn't know whether to say anything with the mood his father was in. He decided against it, but when he was done with the customer, he'd perhaps visit Aunt Shiv and see if she knew who was on patrol in the Market today. He was pretty certain his brother had more than just a saw in his toolbox.
His attention returned back to the customer and he smiled like his father taught him to. It was an awkward smile, as he still was not very good at this whole interacting with people thing.
@Queen Nerwen your item is a table knife with a horseshoe engraved on the hilt. The horseshoe is what he is saying to make sure you show)
Isengafaeme Smithing
Rhys was still in a mood and a half especially after the last customer. And he didn't trust that the customer didn't take something, so he was taking full inventory. Therefore he assigned his son to taking the next customer, who seemed a little more 'normal'.
The black haired youth with a white streak over his left eye, smiled politely and nodded at the customer (Ellysiva [or however its spelled... champion speller I am not lol]), not saying much when asked for the secret item. This woman seemed nice enough. Hmm what could he give her. He looked over their set of secret items and then picked one up and handed it to the woman. 'M-mate sure y-you show d-dis…' He pointed to a certain spot as he stammered out his words.
'A-anydin else I tin get ver ya?' He asked curiously, trying to be brave despite being self conscious about his stutter and lisp. He liked working with his father though, because it didn't require TOO much talking, just mostly taking orders, and that was it. People usually came in knowing what they want, and the rest was mostly creating things.
His eyes fell over to the corner where his brother's tools were kept and his eyes widened briefly. He didn't know whether to say anything with the mood his father was in. He decided against it, but when he was done with the customer, he'd perhaps visit Aunt Shiv and see if she knew who was on patrol in the Market today. He was pretty certain his brother had more than just a saw in his toolbox.
His attention returned back to the customer and he smiled like his father taught him to. It was an awkward smile, as he still was not very good at this whole interacting with people thing.
@Queen Nerwen your item is a table knife with a horseshoe engraved on the hilt. The horseshoe is what he is saying to make sure you show)
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Zarâm - Gærwe Nædleprica, The Streets
It was evident by Taethowen's expression that Thali hadn't yet mentioned Zarâm to her. Why the Rohir woman wouldn't have mentioned her new friend to a old (former?) friend was beyond her. But then, anything involving friendship was still a brand new idea to Zarâm's mind. At least she was the type of orc who actually had a somewhat independent mind and wasn't simply a drone for the Lord Sauron.
The secret item now in her bag, Zarâm exited the shop, but not before Taethowen shouted something, including several words that Zarâm would never have expected to hear come from a human female's lips. She almost stopped and turned, but decided against it, proceeding to continue to march out of the door with her procured bolt of cotton. However, she had barely entered the streets when Thali came up to her. "Hello," Zarâm said as cheerfully as she could muster. The lady seemed to be in much better spirits than she had been when Zarâm had visited her shop earlier in the hunt.
But, Thali's eyes were immediately drawn to the bolt of cloth and said something about how materials needed to be purchased with coins. Zarâm understood that acquiring food required monetary supplements, they were consumed of course, but things? Surely everyone simply stole and bartered to acquire their necessary items? Thali continued on by saying that the cloth needed to be made into clothing. Zarâm groaned inwardly. She wasn't that dumb! And then Thali explained that she could get the bolt of cloth made into clothing at the very shop she had just pilfered.
"I had a delightful badger on a stick, though it would've been better if it had been alive" Zarâm answered in inquiry to the food question. "And yes, I do know food requires money. You eat it after all and then it's gone."
Nodding in understanding, Thali grabbed her arm and marched her back into the seamstress's shop, where a clearly angry Taethowen stood waiting. Zarâm stood there as Thali tried to explain it was all just a misunderstanding and about cultural differences. Thali gestured to the bolt and asked if clothing, namly a tunic and loose trousers, could be made from the cotton. Zarâm looked down at her ragged tunic and shrugged. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to get something a little more interesting. The competition earlier had opened her eyes to the wonder of clothing. Still, she reached her hand into her bag and gripped the hammer. Though it was unlikely she needed to produce a weapon to get her way, Thali was there of course and was always going on about how not every argument had to be solved with attempted murder, she always felt better with something dangerous gripped between her fingers.
It was evident by Taethowen's expression that Thali hadn't yet mentioned Zarâm to her. Why the Rohir woman wouldn't have mentioned her new friend to a old (former?) friend was beyond her. But then, anything involving friendship was still a brand new idea to Zarâm's mind. At least she was the type of orc who actually had a somewhat independent mind and wasn't simply a drone for the Lord Sauron.
The secret item now in her bag, Zarâm exited the shop, but not before Taethowen shouted something, including several words that Zarâm would never have expected to hear come from a human female's lips. She almost stopped and turned, but decided against it, proceeding to continue to march out of the door with her procured bolt of cotton. However, she had barely entered the streets when Thali came up to her. "Hello," Zarâm said as cheerfully as she could muster. The lady seemed to be in much better spirits than she had been when Zarâm had visited her shop earlier in the hunt.
But, Thali's eyes were immediately drawn to the bolt of cloth and said something about how materials needed to be purchased with coins. Zarâm understood that acquiring food required monetary supplements, they were consumed of course, but things? Surely everyone simply stole and bartered to acquire their necessary items? Thali continued on by saying that the cloth needed to be made into clothing. Zarâm groaned inwardly. She wasn't that dumb! And then Thali explained that she could get the bolt of cloth made into clothing at the very shop she had just pilfered.
"I had a delightful badger on a stick, though it would've been better if it had been alive" Zarâm answered in inquiry to the food question. "And yes, I do know food requires money. You eat it after all and then it's gone."
Nodding in understanding, Thali grabbed her arm and marched her back into the seamstress's shop, where a clearly angry Taethowen stood waiting. Zarâm stood there as Thali tried to explain it was all just a misunderstanding and about cultural differences. Thali gestured to the bolt and asked if clothing, namly a tunic and loose trousers, could be made from the cotton. Zarâm looked down at her ragged tunic and shrugged. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to get something a little more interesting. The competition earlier had opened her eyes to the wonder of clothing. Still, she reached her hand into her bag and gripped the hammer. Though it was unlikely she needed to produce a weapon to get her way, Thali was there of course and was always going on about how not every argument had to be solved with attempted murder, she always felt better with something dangerous gripped between her fingers.
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Awesnis Gærwe Nædleprica
"Yes, of course! That's not a problem at all - I'm perfectly comfortable there for the time being. It seems like a very busy time for you at the moment anyways - I wouldn't want to be a bother." And, although she didn't say it, it occurred to Seleðryðe that there was merit in getting to know her new employer - before moving in with her.
"I'll be honest, it all seems pretty overwhelmingly busy out there at the moment - I didn't realize I'd be arriving in town in the middle of a festival, or I might have picked a quieter time! So I'd be happy to get started at organizing the back room. Is there any particular system you'd like me to use?"
Before Taethowen could answer, another person - an orc! - entered the shop. Seleðryðe unconsciously backed away, looking about quickly for something to use as a weapon. Unnecessary, it turned out - apparently there was some sort of scavenger hunt going on? Involving orcs? Or Taethowen already knew the orc in question; at any rate, she seemed singularly unconcerned.
Until the orc tried to walk out with some cloth, and then chaos brooke loose, and Seleðryðe froze, and watched, and prepared to bolt if she had to. She edged towards the back of the shop, glancing in that direction. "Or I could just make up a logical system and get to it ..." Hiding from the current customers was becoming a more and more attractive prospect!
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Ellisiva Ylva, heading to:
Ffermgardd Adref
Proprietor: Audley (NPC of @Rowena Ellenweorc )
Gardening and farming supply store
Ellisiva looked curiously at the stammering lad before her. "Thank you" she said gently, taking the knife with it's delicate engraving and balancing it cautiously in the same hand as the cheese. She really needed to find a bag of some sort. So now she was several items down, but she had no idea whether she was ahead of the game or behind in the game. The festivities were clearly reaching a peak and Ellisiva had high hopes for a good Rohirric party later on. For now though, she entered the gardening and farming supply store, another area in which she had no expertise, and greeted the proprietor, "Hello there, I come in search of a secret item."
Ffermgardd Adref
Proprietor: Audley (NPC of @Rowena Ellenweorc )
Gardening and farming supply store
Ellisiva looked curiously at the stammering lad before her. "Thank you" she said gently, taking the knife with it's delicate engraving and balancing it cautiously in the same hand as the cheese. She really needed to find a bag of some sort. So now she was several items down, but she had no idea whether she was ahead of the game or behind in the game. The festivities were clearly reaching a peak and Ellisiva had high hopes for a good Rohirric party later on. For now though, she entered the gardening and farming supply store, another area in which she had no expertise, and greeted the proprietor, "Hello there, I come in search of a secret item."
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Aethelu was almost beaming as the lady (Ellisiva) expressed her hope to return to browse further. "I hope to see you again too," she responded. "May your hunt go well!" She waved her goodbye and watched as she disappeared out into the busy street. This was certainly turning out to be a good day. The day was getting warmer, even with the door open her little shop felt a little hot. Thankfully she kept a jug of water and some cups behind the counter, she quickly poured herself a drink while things were quiet. She was starting to get a little peckish again, perhaps she should have kept some of those cakes for later. That would teach her to be less greedy.
Her thoughts of food were interrupted by the arrival of another customer (@Bereth) who seemed to be in a very good mood. "Good day Ber, I am Aethelu. A Happy Festival to you as well!" The woman was carefully examining the parchments before turning to her with a question. A customer with a question, it continued to be a day of firsts for her. She tilted her head to the side for a moment while she thought.
"Ah," she gasped as it came to her. "I think I know of something that fits your description." She hurried over to the drawers of parchment trying to remember exactly which one she'd put it in. At last, she found it. She pulled out a piece of parchment so thin and soft she was almost scared to handle it. She returned to the counter and placed it down gently. "It is made from calf skin, the thinnest and finest I could get my hands on." She held it up to show how the light could shine through it. "It is a little more expensive than other parchments, but I am told it is the best available. Hopefully that was true and they weren't just saying that to get me to buy it." She let out a little laugh, it would be just her luck if she went to all this effort to source items for her shop and then some merchant from Gondor had tricked her. No, she had checked everything she had bought carefully, she was worrying over nothing. "I hope this is what you were dreaming of," she said with a smile.
Aethelu was almost beaming as the lady (Ellisiva) expressed her hope to return to browse further. "I hope to see you again too," she responded. "May your hunt go well!" She waved her goodbye and watched as she disappeared out into the busy street. This was certainly turning out to be a good day. The day was getting warmer, even with the door open her little shop felt a little hot. Thankfully she kept a jug of water and some cups behind the counter, she quickly poured herself a drink while things were quiet. She was starting to get a little peckish again, perhaps she should have kept some of those cakes for later. That would teach her to be less greedy.
Her thoughts of food were interrupted by the arrival of another customer (@Bereth) who seemed to be in a very good mood. "Good day Ber, I am Aethelu. A Happy Festival to you as well!" The woman was carefully examining the parchments before turning to her with a question. A customer with a question, it continued to be a day of firsts for her. She tilted her head to the side for a moment while she thought.
"Ah," she gasped as it came to her. "I think I know of something that fits your description." She hurried over to the drawers of parchment trying to remember exactly which one she'd put it in. At last, she found it. She pulled out a piece of parchment so thin and soft she was almost scared to handle it. She returned to the counter and placed it down gently. "It is made from calf skin, the thinnest and finest I could get my hands on." She held it up to show how the light could shine through it. "It is a little more expensive than other parchments, but I am told it is the best available. Hopefully that was true and they weren't just saying that to get me to buy it." She let out a little laugh, it would be just her luck if she went to all this effort to source items for her shop and then some merchant from Gondor had tricked her. No, she had checked everything she had bought carefully, she was worrying over nothing. "I hope this is what you were dreaming of," she said with a smile.
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Frost - Gærwe Nædleprica, The Streets
Frost, looking over all the fabric swatches, had lost track of time. He was vaguely aware that his friend Zarâm had entered the shop, as part of the scavenger hunt most likely, but as soon as Taeth had given her the item something happened. Frost had his back turned, running his fingers over a flowery looking piece of lace, and didn’t see the orc slip out of the shop with the bolt of cloth. Indeed he had no idea she’d stolen anything until Taeth dashed out the door after her.
He paused and looked out the door, on the horns of a minor dilemma. On the one hand, he had promised Zarâm he would always be down to help her lift a few things here and there, but on the other, he had just started a burgeoning relationship with Taeth and…
Suddenly Thalionwen appeared out of her shop and intercepted Zarâm. That could either be a good sign or a sign of impending disaster. He took one last look around the shop and shrugged, the assistant Taeth had just hired would be fine on her own for a few minutes, the situations outside though…
“Ladies,” he ran up behind them, placing himself between Taeth and Zarâm. “I think, there’s been a mix up here. I don’t know anything about making pants,” he had heard Thali’s explanation as he ran up, “but I do think we’re at the crux of some miscommunication.” He looked pointed at Zarâm, he knew pilfering was a pass time of hers, normally she was even very good at it. “We were planning a special goodbye for Thali tonight and I think we got our timelines and roles mixed up.”
He tried to give his orc companion a look that said ‘Follow my lead’ after seeing her hand inside a pack on her waist. He didn’t know what she had in there, but he had fought alongside her enough to know that whatever it was could cause more damage that would be necessary here. “I was supposed to buy the cloth. The ladies here,” he waved his hand to Thali and Zarâm while turning back to look at Taeth, “told me they needed it for something special but since I’m just a pretty bar wench I wouldn’t understand what they were up to.”
He shrugged and rolled his eyes. “I beg your forgiveness, my dear,” he took the Rohir's hand in his and raised it to his lips. “Would you allow me to get you something to eat? Unless you have more pressing matters in your shop? I would love to share one of those candied apples with you.”
Frost, looking over all the fabric swatches, had lost track of time. He was vaguely aware that his friend Zarâm had entered the shop, as part of the scavenger hunt most likely, but as soon as Taeth had given her the item something happened. Frost had his back turned, running his fingers over a flowery looking piece of lace, and didn’t see the orc slip out of the shop with the bolt of cloth. Indeed he had no idea she’d stolen anything until Taeth dashed out the door after her.
He paused and looked out the door, on the horns of a minor dilemma. On the one hand, he had promised Zarâm he would always be down to help her lift a few things here and there, but on the other, he had just started a burgeoning relationship with Taeth and…
Suddenly Thalionwen appeared out of her shop and intercepted Zarâm. That could either be a good sign or a sign of impending disaster. He took one last look around the shop and shrugged, the assistant Taeth had just hired would be fine on her own for a few minutes, the situations outside though…
“Ladies,” he ran up behind them, placing himself between Taeth and Zarâm. “I think, there’s been a mix up here. I don’t know anything about making pants,” he had heard Thali’s explanation as he ran up, “but I do think we’re at the crux of some miscommunication.” He looked pointed at Zarâm, he knew pilfering was a pass time of hers, normally she was even very good at it. “We were planning a special goodbye for Thali tonight and I think we got our timelines and roles mixed up.”
He tried to give his orc companion a look that said ‘Follow my lead’ after seeing her hand inside a pack on her waist. He didn’t know what she had in there, but he had fought alongside her enough to know that whatever it was could cause more damage that would be necessary here. “I was supposed to buy the cloth. The ladies here,” he waved his hand to Thali and Zarâm while turning back to look at Taeth, “told me they needed it for something special but since I’m just a pretty bar wench I wouldn’t understand what they were up to.”
He shrugged and rolled his eyes. “I beg your forgiveness, my dear,” he took the Rohir's hand in his and raised it to his lips. “Would you allow me to get you something to eat? Unless you have more pressing matters in your shop? I would love to share one of those candied apples with you.”
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The honey blonde man was just putting the last of the seed packets in the shelf when someone entered into his shop. 'Oi... Shiven! Get your hindquarters out here. Customer!'
'Yes papa,' the seventeen year old redhead (with the trademark Ellenweorc white streak in his hair of course) boy grumbled as he stumbled out from the area where they stocked the farming tools they kept in shop. He stuffed the last bite of his meat pocket, (a creation of his Aunt Jakie's that he'd taken a liking to) into his mouth.
'Oi, Shiven, really?' Audley shook his head and pointed to the pad and paper, intending for his son to write down the order and prices. However the woman was here for the scavenger hunt. Oh crap. He had forgotten about that! What had he offered up as his secret item again? Oh that's right. He grinned. 'Of course, ma'am...' He quickly scampered off and came back with a tote-type bag and handed it to the lady. 'Is there anything else I can get for you? Please, you are more than welcome to look around if you wish! And my apologies for the delay.'
Shiven simply grumbled when it looked like he rushed his meal for nothing. He was a growing man still! Didn't people understand that? Not that he'd vocalize any of his thoughts. For one, it wasn't in his nature, his parents had enough on their plate roping his troublemaking twin. And second, if he dared sass back, he'd have his hide tanned, if not by his father, by his grandfather definitely. Things had a way of making back to Grampa Cyril somehow and he was a very strict man.
@Queen Nerwen your secret item is a children's Mama's little Gardener tool kit. I think that's what I called it hahaha )
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The honey blonde man was just putting the last of the seed packets in the shelf when someone entered into his shop. 'Oi... Shiven! Get your hindquarters out here. Customer!'
'Yes papa,' the seventeen year old redhead (with the trademark Ellenweorc white streak in his hair of course) boy grumbled as he stumbled out from the area where they stocked the farming tools they kept in shop. He stuffed the last bite of his meat pocket, (a creation of his Aunt Jakie's that he'd taken a liking to) into his mouth.
'Oi, Shiven, really?' Audley shook his head and pointed to the pad and paper, intending for his son to write down the order and prices. However the woman was here for the scavenger hunt. Oh crap. He had forgotten about that! What had he offered up as his secret item again? Oh that's right. He grinned. 'Of course, ma'am...' He quickly scampered off and came back with a tote-type bag and handed it to the lady. 'Is there anything else I can get for you? Please, you are more than welcome to look around if you wish! And my apologies for the delay.'
Shiven simply grumbled when it looked like he rushed his meal for nothing. He was a growing man still! Didn't people understand that? Not that he'd vocalize any of his thoughts. For one, it wasn't in his nature, his parents had enough on their plate roping his troublemaking twin. And second, if he dared sass back, he'd have his hide tanned, if not by his father, by his grandfather definitely. Things had a way of making back to Grampa Cyril somehow and he was a very strict man.
@Queen Nerwen your secret item is a children's Mama's little Gardener tool kit. I think that's what I called it hahaha )
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Taethowen - Awesnis Gærwe Nædleprica
Any help at all, it turns out, was unneeded. Just as she burst through the door, Taethowen spotted Thalionwen intercepting Zarâm up the road, and deftly turning her back to Awesnis. Thali started her usual chattering as Taeth stood there, arms crossed and lips tight as she calmed down. Thali flashed some coin, and asked about Taeth making some new clothes for Zarâm after she'd asked if Taeth had eaten and if she should bring some food.
When she'd caught her breath--more from being irate than darting across the store--Taeth scowled, and pointed at the sign in the window. "No food or drink, Thali, remember?" she hissed, and was about to turn and greet Zarâm when Frost darted between them, and began offering more excuses. She couldn't help but roll her eyes a little as Frost called himself 'just a pretty bar wench.'
"I beg your forgiveness, my dear," Frost said, reaching for her hand and kissing the back of it and damn him if the look in his eyes wasn't the same as the one last night when he'd kissed her hand, and then her wrist and then, well... quite a few other places too. "Would you allow me to get you something to eat? Unless you have more pressing matters in your shop? I would love to share one of those candied apples with you."
Taeth sighed and reached up to rub her forehead with the hand that Frost wasn't holding. "I really don't care who pays for the fabric," she said, then craned around Frost so she could see Zarâm, "as long as it is paid for. I would be happy to make some garments for Zarâm as well.
"But first, I am hungry and yes, I would love to join you for a bite, Frost," Taethowen smiled, though it still felt a bit forced after all the commotion that had just happened. "Just give a moment to tend to the shop, and I'll be right back."
Then she did pull her hand out Frost's, stepped around him to retrieve the bolt of cotton from Zarâm, took a generous helping of the coin that Thali was still holding out, and swiftly turned on her heel and marched back into the shop, muttering Bema's horn this day is bizarre under her breath as she went.
Starbreeze (@Fairy Nuff) was still busy working on Elarith's apron, and looked so unperturbed that Taeth couldn't help but wonder if she was using some sort of spell to keep the rest of the shop from disturbing her. Wouldn't that be a handy trick, though?
She returned to the counter, looking around for Seleðryðe (@Almarëa Mordollwen), but didn't spot her right away. After setting the bolt of fabric on the counter, Taeth pulled out the box where she kept the money and counted out the coin she'd taken from Thalionwen. It was sufficient enough to cover the fabric and part of the labor, and she figured she'd just get the rest of the coin from Frost later. When she'd noted how much coin she'd received for what project, she tucked the ledger back into the box and tucked the whole box into the locking cabinet built into the base of the counter.
Then she pulled out her order pad, and jotted down the measurements she'd eyeballed for Zarâm, as well as the need for a tunic and pants from the fabric. After setting those aside, she tore a piece of paper off the pad and wrote another note.
She pulled the small basket of secret items out, and plopped both it and the note in the middle of the counter. Then Taeth ducked back behind the curtain, and finally spotted her new assistant. "Seleðryðe?" she said. "I'm going to go grab a bite to eat. I won't be too long."
The Streets
Barely waiting for a response, Taeth then took a breath, and returned to where Frost waited just outside. "I'm finished and famished," she declared. "Let's go eat."
Any help at all, it turns out, was unneeded. Just as she burst through the door, Taethowen spotted Thalionwen intercepting Zarâm up the road, and deftly turning her back to Awesnis. Thali started her usual chattering as Taeth stood there, arms crossed and lips tight as she calmed down. Thali flashed some coin, and asked about Taeth making some new clothes for Zarâm after she'd asked if Taeth had eaten and if she should bring some food.
When she'd caught her breath--more from being irate than darting across the store--Taeth scowled, and pointed at the sign in the window. "No food or drink, Thali, remember?" she hissed, and was about to turn and greet Zarâm when Frost darted between them, and began offering more excuses. She couldn't help but roll her eyes a little as Frost called himself 'just a pretty bar wench.'
"I beg your forgiveness, my dear," Frost said, reaching for her hand and kissing the back of it and damn him if the look in his eyes wasn't the same as the one last night when he'd kissed her hand, and then her wrist and then, well... quite a few other places too. "Would you allow me to get you something to eat? Unless you have more pressing matters in your shop? I would love to share one of those candied apples with you."
Taeth sighed and reached up to rub her forehead with the hand that Frost wasn't holding. "I really don't care who pays for the fabric," she said, then craned around Frost so she could see Zarâm, "as long as it is paid for. I would be happy to make some garments for Zarâm as well.
"But first, I am hungry and yes, I would love to join you for a bite, Frost," Taethowen smiled, though it still felt a bit forced after all the commotion that had just happened. "Just give a moment to tend to the shop, and I'll be right back."
Then she did pull her hand out Frost's, stepped around him to retrieve the bolt of cotton from Zarâm, took a generous helping of the coin that Thali was still holding out, and swiftly turned on her heel and marched back into the shop, muttering Bema's horn this day is bizarre under her breath as she went.
Starbreeze (@Fairy Nuff) was still busy working on Elarith's apron, and looked so unperturbed that Taeth couldn't help but wonder if she was using some sort of spell to keep the rest of the shop from disturbing her. Wouldn't that be a handy trick, though?
She returned to the counter, looking around for Seleðryðe (@Almarëa Mordollwen), but didn't spot her right away. After setting the bolt of fabric on the counter, Taeth pulled out the box where she kept the money and counted out the coin she'd taken from Thalionwen. It was sufficient enough to cover the fabric and part of the labor, and she figured she'd just get the rest of the coin from Frost later. When she'd noted how much coin she'd received for what project, she tucked the ledger back into the box and tucked the whole box into the locking cabinet built into the base of the counter.
Then she pulled out her order pad, and jotted down the measurements she'd eyeballed for Zarâm, as well as the need for a tunic and pants from the fabric. After setting those aside, she tore a piece of paper off the pad and wrote another note.
SCAVENGER HUNTERS
SHOP OWNER OUT FOR LUNCH. PLEASE TAKE ONE--AND ONLY ONE--OF THE ((SILVER THIMBLES)) FOR YOUR CHALLENGE.
SHOP OWNER OUT FOR LUNCH. PLEASE TAKE ONE--AND ONLY ONE--OF THE ((SILVER THIMBLES)) FOR YOUR CHALLENGE.
She pulled the small basket of secret items out, and plopped both it and the note in the middle of the counter. Then Taeth ducked back behind the curtain, and finally spotted her new assistant. "Seleðryðe?" she said. "I'm going to go grab a bite to eat. I won't be too long."
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Barely waiting for a response, Taeth then took a breath, and returned to where Frost waited just outside. "I'm finished and famished," she declared. "Let's go eat."
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Ellisiva, heading to
Golde ge Eorcanstan
Proprietor: @Aodh Hammerhelm
Purveyor of finely crafted jewellery
Ellisiva silently celebrated in her head. Finally, a bag! She grinned at the proprietor of the gardening shop, almost bobbed a curtsy (it had been years since she had done one of those!) and headed back out in the bustled marketplace. She was feeling a distinct aura of accomplishment as she crammed all her secret items into the tote she had just received. Next in the row of shops was one she had been itching to get into: the jewellers. As was traditional and expected of all pirates and assassins, Ellisiva's family had a penchant for shiny things. Preferably acquired at very little personal cost too. She entered Golde ge Eorcanstan and held her hands tightly behind her back, "Greetings sir" she said, "I am here for my secret item".
Golde ge Eorcanstan
Proprietor: @Aodh Hammerhelm
Purveyor of finely crafted jewellery
Ellisiva silently celebrated in her head. Finally, a bag! She grinned at the proprietor of the gardening shop, almost bobbed a curtsy (it had been years since she had done one of those!) and headed back out in the bustled marketplace. She was feeling a distinct aura of accomplishment as she crammed all her secret items into the tote she had just received. Next in the row of shops was one she had been itching to get into: the jewellers. As was traditional and expected of all pirates and assassins, Ellisiva's family had a penchant for shiny things. Preferably acquired at very little personal cost too. She entered Golde ge Eorcanstan and held her hands tightly behind her back, "Greetings sir" she said, "I am here for my secret item".
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Golde ge Eorcanstan: NPC: Sheemie Rheus
The gangling custodian of Aodh Hammerhelm's jewelry stall had just about got over the fright of dealing with an orc. He had begun to feel quite peckish, and was just about to step off in search of lunch when Michæl's whiskers began quivering. Sheemie turned about and took in his inquisitor. It was a m'lady in a bright red gown. For some reason Sheemie found her almost as scary as the goblin he'd served earlier.
"How-do, ma'am," he said, keeping his eyes on her as he rooted around under the counter. "Yip and lawksey, Sheemie's got something for you. M-O-O-N, that spelled Thief Hunt, anybody knowed it."
The bumbling led held out a package in his chubby hands.
OCC @Queen Nerwen { Your item is a gold and emerald horsehead brooch crafted in Erebor }
The gangling custodian of Aodh Hammerhelm's jewelry stall had just about got over the fright of dealing with an orc. He had begun to feel quite peckish, and was just about to step off in search of lunch when Michæl's whiskers began quivering. Sheemie turned about and took in his inquisitor. It was a m'lady in a bright red gown. For some reason Sheemie found her almost as scary as the goblin he'd served earlier.
"How-do, ma'am," he said, keeping his eyes on her as he rooted around under the counter. "Yip and lawksey, Sheemie's got something for you. M-O-O-N, that spelled Thief Hunt, anybody knowed it."
The bumbling led held out a package in his chubby hands.
OCC @Queen Nerwen { Your item is a gold and emerald horsehead brooch crafted in Erebor }
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Ellisiva, heading to:
Slitan Bur
Proprietor: @Elarith
A butcher shop selling a variety of meats
Ellisiva's blue eyes watched the proprietor as he rooted keenly under the counter and came up with a packaged. She desperately wanted to peek, she loved jewellery. She also didn't want to put the precious package in the tote bag with the cheese and other bits and pieces. Therefore, she did the only logical thing and promptly stuffed it down the front of her dress. Rolling her shoulders slightly to make sure all was comfortable, she waved at the shop owner and departed. Crossing across to the other side of shops, Ellisiva swapped the bag to the other shoulder, moved a few more items from her pocket to the bag and entered the Slitan Bur. A rich, salty smell lifted to her nose, her mouth instantly watered. A good food shop was just what she needed, time for a snack! "Good day" she said, "I come seeking my mystery item please. By any chance does it happen to go well with a goats cheese?"
Slitan Bur
Proprietor: @Elarith
A butcher shop selling a variety of meats
Ellisiva's blue eyes watched the proprietor as he rooted keenly under the counter and came up with a packaged. She desperately wanted to peek, she loved jewellery. She also didn't want to put the precious package in the tote bag with the cheese and other bits and pieces. Therefore, she did the only logical thing and promptly stuffed it down the front of her dress. Rolling her shoulders slightly to make sure all was comfortable, she waved at the shop owner and departed. Crossing across to the other side of shops, Ellisiva swapped the bag to the other shoulder, moved a few more items from her pocket to the bag and entered the Slitan Bur. A rich, salty smell lifted to her nose, her mouth instantly watered. A good food shop was just what she needed, time for a snack! "Good day" she said, "I come seeking my mystery item please. By any chance does it happen to go well with a goats cheese?"
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Elarith, at Slitan Bur
It took her a while, but eventually Elarith had managed to clean up the broken cup and the spilt tea and get the shop back in order. She'd propped the door open and wafted with a towel to try to get rid of some of the stink but it had lingered slightly. Hopefully it wouldn't put too many customers off.
Sipping on another beverage - something with a bit of a nip this time after the morning's incident - the butcher sat on a stool and was going through the invoices when the bell went again. Elarith got to her feet as Ellisiva entered.
"Hello," she said. "Ah, another scavenger hunter. One moment." She reached into the basket and took a smallish wrapped item, and passed it over to the lady in red. "As for going with goats cheese..." she grimaced, "... I'm not sure I would recommend that combination."
@Queen Nerwen Your item is a lucky badger's foot. You could try it with cheddar if you're feeling brave.
It took her a while, but eventually Elarith had managed to clean up the broken cup and the spilt tea and get the shop back in order. She'd propped the door open and wafted with a towel to try to get rid of some of the stink but it had lingered slightly. Hopefully it wouldn't put too many customers off.
Sipping on another beverage - something with a bit of a nip this time after the morning's incident - the butcher sat on a stool and was going through the invoices when the bell went again. Elarith got to her feet as Ellisiva entered.
"Hello," she said. "Ah, another scavenger hunter. One moment." She reached into the basket and took a smallish wrapped item, and passed it over to the lady in red. "As for going with goats cheese..." she grimaced, "... I'm not sure I would recommend that combination."
@Queen Nerwen Your item is a lucky badger's foot. You could try it with cheddar if you're feeling brave.
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Ellisiva, heading to:
Ye Olde Pet Shoppe
Proprietor: @Shivased
A shop selling animals and horses, as well as animal supplies
Ellisiva's heart sank as the lady handed her what was definitely some sort of off cut or body part that was definitely not for the snacking. She gave a tentative smile, and a thank you, before heading out the door. As she looked up and down the fairground, Ellisiva felt she now knew most of the shops fairly well. She knew where she could get decent pens, gorgeous jewellery, and good tools. Right at the end of the lane, there was a fenced area with building attached. As this was Rohan, there were horses everywhere anyway, but this fenced area also showed signs of other beasts. As she approached, Ellisiva reached a hand to the nearest horse and let it snuffle her palm. She smiled. Horses were wonderful, and having them so close made her want to ride. She scratched the horse's nose and then entered the shop which was full of feed, straw, hay and other animal supplies. "Greetings", she said to the proprietor, "I am searching for a secret item".
Ye Olde Pet Shoppe
Proprietor: @Shivased
A shop selling animals and horses, as well as animal supplies
Ellisiva's heart sank as the lady handed her what was definitely some sort of off cut or body part that was definitely not for the snacking. She gave a tentative smile, and a thank you, before heading out the door. As she looked up and down the fairground, Ellisiva felt she now knew most of the shops fairly well. She knew where she could get decent pens, gorgeous jewellery, and good tools. Right at the end of the lane, there was a fenced area with building attached. As this was Rohan, there were horses everywhere anyway, but this fenced area also showed signs of other beasts. As she approached, Ellisiva reached a hand to the nearest horse and let it snuffle her palm. She smiled. Horses were wonderful, and having them so close made her want to ride. She scratched the horse's nose and then entered the shop which was full of feed, straw, hay and other animal supplies. "Greetings", she said to the proprietor, "I am searching for a secret item".
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Eldrith – Faire Food
*She chuckled somewhat at Amadhrill's surprise, then shook her own head.* I am not even certain WHY I did it. Impulse. As if I felt it necessary. Like.. raising a tankard of ale to the sky when it storms outside. Of course the difference is that when it storms outside, I am usually inside. Well I used to be. The estate has been isolated. Except for the occasional visitor. And whoever is stealing my goats.
*She was about to actually order something from Cnith or Getale but at that same moment as she reached down, she found that her purse was not there.* What the.. Oh Bema they are getting brazen. Here??
*It was one thing to have thefts, or threats or 'trouble' as far out as the estate. No one would have dared to in their hay days but now, with a single woman living alone and so far out, trouble happened. But now.. here? In the heart of Edoras? She had not expected that. Well, she doubted Getale would refuse her a drink or a meal. She knew the coins would be brought as soon as possible. It didn't worry her too much, she hadn't brought that much money but it was the utter gall of it. It seems more and more the mark had become unsafe.*
((@Dimcairien Luiniel Oh you just played right in my cards! The Black Hand thanks you.))
*She chuckled somewhat at Amadhrill's surprise, then shook her own head.* I am not even certain WHY I did it. Impulse. As if I felt it necessary. Like.. raising a tankard of ale to the sky when it storms outside. Of course the difference is that when it storms outside, I am usually inside. Well I used to be. The estate has been isolated. Except for the occasional visitor. And whoever is stealing my goats.
*She was about to actually order something from Cnith or Getale but at that same moment as she reached down, she found that her purse was not there.* What the.. Oh Bema they are getting brazen. Here??
*It was one thing to have thefts, or threats or 'trouble' as far out as the estate. No one would have dared to in their hay days but now, with a single woman living alone and so far out, trouble happened. But now.. here? In the heart of Edoras? She had not expected that. Well, she doubted Getale would refuse her a drink or a meal. She knew the coins would be brought as soon as possible. It didn't worry her too much, she hadn't brought that much money but it was the utter gall of it. It seems more and more the mark had become unsafe.*
((@Dimcairien Luiniel Oh you just played right in my cards! The Black Hand thanks you.))
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Frost, the Streets and Faire Food, Hot and Fresh Marketstals
He was not used to smiling this much, or at least in this fashion. He hadn’t felt this joyful in a very long time. The sun was bright, yellow sunbeams danced down, filtering the cornflower blue of the sky. The light danced in Taethowen’s brunette locks, shimmering gold and vibrant red. Her smile was wide and beautiful. He took her hand, kissed it, then pulled her as close to him as he dared. For a good while, they walked without saying anything, Frost could find no words that would enhance the time they were having so he stayed silent, allowing the moments to wash over him. The streets were full of people. The later in the day it became the more people there were. He had to dodge several children running and playing game with dogs who bounded after them with exuberant enthusiasm. He could smell more than just horses now. He could smell bread baking, apples roasting, and sugar. Frost could almost be lulled into a sense of security here. He could see why Taeth was so loathed to leave it behind. It was an idyllic paradise. Or it almost was.
Every now and then, Frost could see the looks people gave him. Someone would stare at him too long, too hard. A group of older women would stand around shaking their heads, disapproving of him with his companion. Men would stand around on the corners and squint, their jaws set in a hard, jealous line. It did not bother Frost now. He knew he wasn’t going to be staying here, but he could knew it would cause problems in the long run. He was an outlander here, he always would be. And even if he were accepted, they could only accept part of him, the part that didn’t skulk around in shadows, didn’t read forbidden books in abandoned libraries, didn’t journey into the tombs at the witching hour. Taeth made this land seem livable, she made it seem bright and vibrant and full joy, and he wanted as much of that as he could, but the shadows would call him back. What would that mean for them? The thought cast a pall over his happiness.
Squeezing her hand, Frost pulled Taeth into an alley, far from the disapproving and prying eyes of the Rohirrim. As soon as they were out of sight, he took her face in his hands, tenderly brushing back a loose strand of hair, and kissed her. It was not the hungry kiss of wild passion, but the slower, more intimate kind, the stolen kind. For a moment, he became lost in her. She felt warm under his touch, he could feel the life within her. He pulled back, half intoxicated, and smiled lazily. He brushed her cheek with a thumb and chuckled. “Stolen kisses are the best kind in my experience.” He kissed her again, a quick, playful peck on the lips. Before she could respond, he grabbed her hand again and dashed out of the alleyway.
“The longer the day goes on,” he whispered in Taeth’s ear, “the hungrier I think I get.”
Finally, after meandering through the streets long enough, they came to the food stalls. The smells were overwhelming, a hundred different scents assailed Frost. Deftly, he switched hands with Taeth, slipped behind her, and put his other hand back in hers and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Tell me, Rohir, what kind of food does one eat on a Festival Day here?”
He was not used to smiling this much, or at least in this fashion. He hadn’t felt this joyful in a very long time. The sun was bright, yellow sunbeams danced down, filtering the cornflower blue of the sky. The light danced in Taethowen’s brunette locks, shimmering gold and vibrant red. Her smile was wide and beautiful. He took her hand, kissed it, then pulled her as close to him as he dared. For a good while, they walked without saying anything, Frost could find no words that would enhance the time they were having so he stayed silent, allowing the moments to wash over him. The streets were full of people. The later in the day it became the more people there were. He had to dodge several children running and playing game with dogs who bounded after them with exuberant enthusiasm. He could smell more than just horses now. He could smell bread baking, apples roasting, and sugar. Frost could almost be lulled into a sense of security here. He could see why Taeth was so loathed to leave it behind. It was an idyllic paradise. Or it almost was.
Every now and then, Frost could see the looks people gave him. Someone would stare at him too long, too hard. A group of older women would stand around shaking their heads, disapproving of him with his companion. Men would stand around on the corners and squint, their jaws set in a hard, jealous line. It did not bother Frost now. He knew he wasn’t going to be staying here, but he could knew it would cause problems in the long run. He was an outlander here, he always would be. And even if he were accepted, they could only accept part of him, the part that didn’t skulk around in shadows, didn’t read forbidden books in abandoned libraries, didn’t journey into the tombs at the witching hour. Taeth made this land seem livable, she made it seem bright and vibrant and full joy, and he wanted as much of that as he could, but the shadows would call him back. What would that mean for them? The thought cast a pall over his happiness.
Squeezing her hand, Frost pulled Taeth into an alley, far from the disapproving and prying eyes of the Rohirrim. As soon as they were out of sight, he took her face in his hands, tenderly brushing back a loose strand of hair, and kissed her. It was not the hungry kiss of wild passion, but the slower, more intimate kind, the stolen kind. For a moment, he became lost in her. She felt warm under his touch, he could feel the life within her. He pulled back, half intoxicated, and smiled lazily. He brushed her cheek with a thumb and chuckled. “Stolen kisses are the best kind in my experience.” He kissed her again, a quick, playful peck on the lips. Before she could respond, he grabbed her hand again and dashed out of the alleyway.
“The longer the day goes on,” he whispered in Taeth’s ear, “the hungrier I think I get.”
Finally, after meandering through the streets long enough, they came to the food stalls. The smells were overwhelming, a hundred different scents assailed Frost. Deftly, he switched hands with Taeth, slipped behind her, and put his other hand back in hers and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Tell me, Rohir, what kind of food does one eat on a Festival Day here?”
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If you have been participating in the Summer Festival Scavenger Hunt, you have 24 hours to report to Thalionwen at the Riddermarket's front gate with the list of secret items you've collected, because uh, I guess I should wrap this up and not keep it running indefinitely. Thanks for playing 
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Ye Olde Pet Shoppe
NPC: Jacen
Jacen watched with interest as a woman (Ellisiva @Queen Nerwen) walked right past him at his stall in front of the shop and walked inside. HE waited a minute before going in after her, a grin on his face. Westu hal he greeted her from the doorway. If you're searching for a secret clue, they are out here at the table. It's easier than having people crowd into the shop, I guess. At least that's what my sister says. He went back outside, assuming the woman would follow him. At the table he rustled around underneath it, at something hidden from view. Then, pulling out a small wooden cage containing a very confused hamster, the lad's grin widened as he handed it over. There you go. Take that back and show them. If you don't want him in the end, you can bring him back here!
NPC: Jacen
Jacen watched with interest as a woman (Ellisiva @Queen Nerwen) walked right past him at his stall in front of the shop and walked inside. HE waited a minute before going in after her, a grin on his face. Westu hal he greeted her from the doorway. If you're searching for a secret clue, they are out here at the table. It's easier than having people crowd into the shop, I guess. At least that's what my sister says. He went back outside, assuming the woman would follow him. At the table he rustled around underneath it, at something hidden from view. Then, pulling out a small wooden cage containing a very confused hamster, the lad's grin widened as he handed it over. There you go. Take that back and show them. If you don't want him in the end, you can bring him back here!
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Ducky hiked a bit stiffly into the fairgrounds; he had just spent some time on horseback chasing down a badger and had not really gotten his walking legs back yet. It had been a long time since he had ridden a horse, perhaps longer than most anyone around here had been alive (barring Elves, of course), and Ducky was already beginning to feel the pangs of soreness deep in his bones. He was old, after all. But he felt he had one more stop to make while he was here in Rohan: Thalionwen's post at the front gate. He had something for her.
He got a bit nervous as he approached, as some often do when they've been out on a date and are preparing to call for a follow-up. This was a bit different in detail but the feeling was similar--did she feel the same way he did about their magical boat journey? If not, then this gift might seem weird or over the top. This thought plagued him as he approached, hesitant. Waffling, he shifted his weight awkwardly from foot to another. Finally, long after it started being weird, he said,
"Hey, um, Thalionwen, I, uh...I have something for you. Just a little gift to commemorate our boat trip, crash and everything. Nothing too big or important, just thought you might like it." The words came tumbling out faster than he'd hoped, but he handed her a little box wrapped in paper with a bright yellow ribbon. It smelled rather bad.
Ducky looked around, avoiding eye contact. He noticed some others approaching.
"Wait, are you expecting people? Are they bringing you things? Is this, like, a thing?" He looked up at the pennants and banners. Was he totally missing something important? Was he barging in at the wrong time? Oh no. He flushed deep red and began to calculate the fastest escape route, backpedaling even as his brain struggled to catch up.
He got a bit nervous as he approached, as some often do when they've been out on a date and are preparing to call for a follow-up. This was a bit different in detail but the feeling was similar--did she feel the same way he did about their magical boat journey? If not, then this gift might seem weird or over the top. This thought plagued him as he approached, hesitant. Waffling, he shifted his weight awkwardly from foot to another. Finally, long after it started being weird, he said,
"Hey, um, Thalionwen, I, uh...I have something for you. Just a little gift to commemorate our boat trip, crash and everything. Nothing too big or important, just thought you might like it." The words came tumbling out faster than he'd hoped, but he handed her a little box wrapped in paper with a bright yellow ribbon. It smelled rather bad.
Ducky looked around, avoiding eye contact. He noticed some others approaching.
"Wait, are you expecting people? Are they bringing you things? Is this, like, a thing?" He looked up at the pennants and banners. Was he totally missing something important? Was he barging in at the wrong time? Oh no. He flushed deep red and began to calculate the fastest escape route, backpedaling even as his brain struggled to catch up.
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Ellisiva
Riddermarket Front Gates
Ellisiva had thoroughly enjoyed her time in the Riddermarket. The traders had been friendly and the goods, if somewhat unorthodox, had been of a high quality. Now, she gathered herself and headed to the main gates where @Thalionwen waited for the hunters. Ellisiva smiled around and spoke out,
"I have had a very enjoyable and successful hunt, I think. I have found:
a small wooden cage containing a very confused hamster
a lucky badger's foot
a gold and emerald horse-head brooch crafted in Erebor
a children's Mama's little Gardener tool kit
table knife with a horseshoe engraved on the hilt
small goat's cheese, wrapped in cloth and bound with twine)
a ribbon in a bow sealed with a wax seal
a Silver Thimble
a curry comb
And I would welcome any opportunity to keep exploring this wonderful market even without the scavenger game."
Riddermarket Front Gates
Ellisiva had thoroughly enjoyed her time in the Riddermarket. The traders had been friendly and the goods, if somewhat unorthodox, had been of a high quality. Now, she gathered herself and headed to the main gates where @Thalionwen waited for the hunters. Ellisiva smiled around and spoke out,
"I have had a very enjoyable and successful hunt, I think. I have found:
a small wooden cage containing a very confused hamster
a lucky badger's foot
a gold and emerald horse-head brooch crafted in Erebor
a children's Mama's little Gardener tool kit
table knife with a horseshoe engraved on the hilt
small goat's cheese, wrapped in cloth and bound with twine)
a ribbon in a bow sealed with a wax seal
a Silver Thimble
a curry comb
And I would welcome any opportunity to keep exploring this wonderful market even without the scavenger game."
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Riddermark Front Gates
Zarâm plodded up to where Thali was waiting by the gates for the results of the scavenger hunt. "Here is what I procured during the scavenger hunt. Your market is much different than the Mordorian one.
a lucky badger’s foot
a small goat's cheese, wrapped in cloth and bound with twine
you were handed a steel cast mug engraved with a horseshoe on bottom
gold and emerald horse-head brooch crafted by the smiths of Erebor!
silver thimble and an
all sconce, with a spear and shield engraved on its base
Terrorizing the shopkeepers was delightful, but why does the blacksmith not make torture instruments?"
Edited because Eléowyn kindly pointed out I missed one.
Riddermark Front Gates
Zarâm plodded up to where Thali was waiting by the gates for the results of the scavenger hunt. "Here is what I procured during the scavenger hunt. Your market is much different than the Mordorian one.
a lucky badger’s foot
a small goat's cheese, wrapped in cloth and bound with twine
you were handed a steel cast mug engraved with a horseshoe on bottom
gold and emerald horse-head brooch crafted by the smiths of Erebor!
silver thimble and an
all sconce, with a spear and shield engraved on its base
Terrorizing the shopkeepers was delightful, but why does the blacksmith not make torture instruments?"
Edited because Eléowyn kindly pointed out I missed one.
Last edited by Dimcairien Luiniel on Thu Jul 09, 2020 6:38 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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*pokes @Dimcairien Luiniel You missed one.Eléowyn wrote: ↑Thu Jun 25, 2020 5:27 pm NPC Beda (12 years old) Leoht Min Fyr
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Finally satisfied that all was in order, she looked up and almost dropped the candle she had in her hand. Was that ... no, could not be ... but it looked like ... no, it must be someone in costume for some sort of theatre act for the Festival. Timidly, Beda went as close as she dared to the newcomer (Zarâm) (@Dimcairien Luiniel) and said, her voice croaking a little, "Oh, I have something for you right here." She picked up a package, held it out gingerly, and added, "It's a wall sconce, with a spear and shield engraved on its base. Each hunter gets the same item, but each is made slightly differently. I ... I hope you like yours! Good luck with the scavenger hunt!" ...
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Thalionwen, the Market Gate
With Ducky
With Ducky
It had been a chaotic Festival, to say the least, which was just to Thali's taste. As she stood at the Riddermarket gate waiting for any scavenger hunt hopefuls to approach, she saw a familiar figure hanging back at a distance, looking characteristically awkward. Hiding a grin, Thalionwen waited for him to approach. At last, Ducky found his courage, and to her everlasting delight, appeared to have a present for her. Taking the box happily, Thali gave it an appreciative sniff.
"Ducky, you silly bird, is this cheese? I'm so excited to open it! And don't worry about everyone else--they can wait."
Tearing the wrapping off the box, she found that it was indeed, a lump of misshapen and water-logged cheese, unmistakably belonging to their beloved and sunken Stinking Duckship. Tears sprang to Thali's eyes.
"No repairs," she murmured to herself and Ducky, reaching out and squeezing his hand in appreciation. "Oh Ducky, it's beautiful. What's it supposed to be?"
With Ellisiva and Zarâm, Announcing A Scavenger Hunt Winner
Beaming at her two brave scavenger hunters, Thalionwen spread her arms wide.
"I'm so pleased that you've both chosen to visit Edoras for our Festival," she said. "It brings me great joy to see the peoples of Middle Earth traveling from kingdom to kingdom, freely exchanging goods and ideas. And I'm ever so pleased to announce that Ellisiva (@Queen Nerwen) is the winner of our Scavenger Hunt, having gathered an impressive NINE of the secret items! Well done, Ellisiva. Both hunters may keep the secret items they've collected, and for you, Ellisiva, I have this."
Thalionwen handed her a roll of parchment sealed with red wax.
"That entitles you to a lifetime supply of free cheese from my shop--and should you wish for it to be transported from here to your home, I can arrange for regular shipments to be made, all expenses covered. If either of you need anything at all for the duration of your stay, you know where to find me! And congratulations to both of you for a job well done!"
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*She could hear the winners announced from where she was standing, still talking to Amadrhill and for a moment she forgot the annoyance of her pouch having been cut from her belt. She was.. surprised still at the utter.. brazenness of that move, but considering she did not carry or even have too many coins..it wasn't enough to disturb the moment. She looked up as she heard the raised voice of Thalionwen. It was ... a moment and one she relished, looking around she saw the contestants who had made their way throughout the market, finding so many of the items, moving swiftly through the rabbit hole of stalls. Her breath caught a moment before Ellisiva was announced as the winner!
HURRAY!!!! Congratulations!!! Well done Ellisiva!!!
For a short woman her voice carried far, used as she was to rearing it over the dim of the pub at one time.
That was.. years ago. She'd spent the last years mostly in solitude, trying to defend an estate, stop goats from being stolen over the last few months and talking to few people. Now though.. she was back in the midst of Edoras and perhaps.. perhaps it started to dawn on her that Eleowyn was right. She belonged here.
HURRAY!!!! Congratulations!!! Well done Ellisiva!!!
For a short woman her voice carried far, used as she was to rearing it over the dim of the pub at one time.
That was.. years ago. She'd spent the last years mostly in solitude, trying to defend an estate, stop goats from being stolen over the last few months and talking to few people. Now though.. she was back in the midst of Edoras and perhaps.. perhaps it started to dawn on her that Eleowyn was right. She belonged here.
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If you have anything to wrap up here in the Fairgrounds, Summer Festival is nearing to an end! This thread will remain open until Sunday night, at which point it will close, and new Pub and Riddermarket threads will take its place.
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Ducky
At the Front Gates
But not for long
The wizard was further put off-kilter by the welcoming Thali--he was more used to laughter of the ridiculing sort than welcoming friendliness. He just did not know what to say. He hemmed and hawed and looked away as Thali opened her gift. He hadn't expected that either, the opening of the gift right away. He had hoped to sort of pass it along, and let her open it later. That way if she didn't like it he wouldn't be there when she saw it for the first time.
But it was too late on that front. She seemed to be pretending to be nice. Ducky had not done a particularly skillful job in sculpting the cheese in the first place, and then he had done an absolutely horrible job wrapping the thing. It appeared to have melted somewhat in the summer heat as well too, which was unpleasant. What was supposed to have been a carved figure, of sorts, now looked like one solid but melting mass. Ducky swallowed.
"Uh, yeah, I know it can be hard to tell around here," he gestured vaguely at the head of the sculpture, "but it's supposed to be like a mini-duck. I made it from the cheese of our boat, or what was left of it after that spectacular crash." At this point his eyes lit up with the happy memory of sailing through the water AND the air. "And yeah, haha, no repairs right? But I figured that didn't mean we were barred from remaking the boat into something else. And uh," he blushed harder, "I really, um, I really enjoyed that tub race, and I wanted something to remember it by, and I thought you might too, so..." he trailed off again. Gosh, he felt like such an idiot, letting that statement just float out of his mouth. He sniffed loudly as a distraction.
"Anyway, yeah, so I gotta be going. Wizard wandering and all that. I see you're totally busy too. I'm sorry the duck figurine kind of, um...yeah. Anyway. Something to remember. I've uh," he paused. "I've lost a lot of things over the years and had no way to remember them, so. I'm trying to fix that. I don't know when we'll next meet. Keep it. Uh, you know, if you want."
Ducky turned and fled before he had time to think too hard about how much of a fool he was making of himself.
At the Front Gates
But not for long
The wizard was further put off-kilter by the welcoming Thali--he was more used to laughter of the ridiculing sort than welcoming friendliness. He just did not know what to say. He hemmed and hawed and looked away as Thali opened her gift. He hadn't expected that either, the opening of the gift right away. He had hoped to sort of pass it along, and let her open it later. That way if she didn't like it he wouldn't be there when she saw it for the first time.
But it was too late on that front. She seemed to be pretending to be nice. Ducky had not done a particularly skillful job in sculpting the cheese in the first place, and then he had done an absolutely horrible job wrapping the thing. It appeared to have melted somewhat in the summer heat as well too, which was unpleasant. What was supposed to have been a carved figure, of sorts, now looked like one solid but melting mass. Ducky swallowed.
"Uh, yeah, I know it can be hard to tell around here," he gestured vaguely at the head of the sculpture, "but it's supposed to be like a mini-duck. I made it from the cheese of our boat, or what was left of it after that spectacular crash." At this point his eyes lit up with the happy memory of sailing through the water AND the air. "And yeah, haha, no repairs right? But I figured that didn't mean we were barred from remaking the boat into something else. And uh," he blushed harder, "I really, um, I really enjoyed that tub race, and I wanted something to remember it by, and I thought you might too, so..." he trailed off again. Gosh, he felt like such an idiot, letting that statement just float out of his mouth. He sniffed loudly as a distraction.
"Anyway, yeah, so I gotta be going. Wizard wandering and all that. I see you're totally busy too. I'm sorry the duck figurine kind of, um...yeah. Anyway. Something to remember. I've uh," he paused. "I've lost a lot of things over the years and had no way to remember them, so. I'm trying to fix that. I don't know when we'll next meet. Keep it. Uh, you know, if you want."
Ducky turned and fled before he had time to think too hard about how much of a fool he was making of himself.
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After a very long pause ((sorry!)) as she gathered the incredibly thin parchment to weigh it in her hands, Ber marveled quietly, “how did anyone craft this? It’s as beautiful as a withered leaf softened in the autumn rains.”
She looked back up at @Aethelu an almost hungry look. “I’m tempted to take all you have, but for now, perhaps a mere dozen will do.”
With an elaborate flourish, she laid the precious purchase on the countertop, smoothing it out lovingly. “You’ve a good eye for quality, I’ll grant you that! But I cannot imagine how you’ll package it for travel?”
But she perked her ears to the ringing voice outside the shop that announced the winners of the Scavenger Hunt, turning back to wink at Aethelu, “Ah well, I hope my lingering here didn’t drive other sales off for you! And alas, no chance of a win for Ber.” She shook her head to correct herself, “Not true. I’ve some lovely purchases, a few secret items, this dear little basket ... and hopefully, a few new friends!”
Ber scooped out the amount quoted and added a few extra coins as a way to thank Aethelu for having what she desired.
After a very long pause ((sorry!)) as she gathered the incredibly thin parchment to weigh it in her hands, Ber marveled quietly, “how did anyone craft this? It’s as beautiful as a withered leaf softened in the autumn rains.”
She looked back up at @Aethelu an almost hungry look. “I’m tempted to take all you have, but for now, perhaps a mere dozen will do.”
With an elaborate flourish, she laid the precious purchase on the countertop, smoothing it out lovingly. “You’ve a good eye for quality, I’ll grant you that! But I cannot imagine how you’ll package it for travel?”
But she perked her ears to the ringing voice outside the shop that announced the winners of the Scavenger Hunt, turning back to wink at Aethelu, “Ah well, I hope my lingering here didn’t drive other sales off for you! And alas, no chance of a win for Ber.” She shook her head to correct herself, “Not true. I’ve some lovely purchases, a few secret items, this dear little basket ... and hopefully, a few new friends!”
Ber scooped out the amount quoted and added a few extra coins as a way to thank Aethelu for having what she desired.
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Taethowen, in the Streets
Frost's grin was infectious, and Taeth didn't even bother to fight her own. The first real smile he'd given her the night before had an underlying melancholy to it, but today his expressions were downright jovial, and as he pulled her flush to his side, she tried to calm the relentless pattering of her heart.
As hungry as she was, she did not want to break this moment. Their pace was slow, meandering, allowing for them to stay in close contact with each other as they walked. His hand was warm at her waist, and she wound her arm around his back.
Every so often, when he'd pause and tuck her out of the way of rambunctious pedestrians and animals, she'd look up at his face. Sometimes, she caught a shadow passing there, and made note to ask him later. She saw some of the looks from people on the street, and whenever she could catch their eye, she would scowl. They had no right to judge who she chose to be with.
Taeth knew there would be significant challenges if they were to carve an actual relationship out of this. But every part of her, from the way his touch sent sparks across her skin to the ache in her soul that continually whispering him. this one. don't let him go, said she had to try or she'd regret it for the rest of her life. Frost had said he regretted not kissing her that day in Umbar, and while she'd apologized for running away like a coward, what she hadn't said was that every step she'd taken further and further away from him that day had been like trying to run through a swamp. She hadn't truly felt like she could resist the pull until she was back in Gondor.
Lost in those thoughts, Taeth barely noticed when Frost squeezed her hand before he tugged her into an alley, deep into a quiet shadow, and turned to face her. His hands were at her face, and then his lips were on hers, and the sweetness of it made her ache.
Time stilled. Frost's mouth moved oh so gently against hers, but he didn't deepen the kiss further. Yet it still made her tremble, fists clenching in her skirt, as she pressed up on her toes to reciprocate.
When he pulled away, he looked as dazed as she felt, and she bit her lower lip as he murmured, "Stolen kisses are the best kind in my experience." before kissing her one more time, playfully, then pulling her back out into the street.
Leaning in, he whispered, "The longer the day goes on, the hungrier I think I get." and tingling warmth spread through her, starting from where his breath brushed over her skin. A vivid flash of memory from the night before--his teeth gently grazing down her neck--nearly made her stumble as her foot caught on the edge of a cobblestone. But Frost steadied her as she blushed, and they continued their journey through the streets.
The Food Stalls
When they arrived at the food stalls, Taeth settled back into Frost's embrace with a contented sigh. "Tell me, Rohir," Frost asked. "What kind of food does one eat on a Festival Day here?"
Her stomach began to grumble as she perused the options. "Heardofur, and blueberry ale," she said. "Badger on a stick. Oh, and we must try the deep fried cheese wedges, Thali created those recently."
As her mouth started watering, she chewed on her lip. "Also... Sceap hrycg. Fried crebain legs. Roasted pig. And we can share a candy apple."
Taeth felt, more than heard, the chuckle that rumbled through Frost's chest behind her. "Rohir eat crow?" he murmured in her ear, and she laughed.
"It'd be a shame to waste all those Dunland spies we have to shoot down, wouldn't it?" she answered.
Once they'd moved through the line for food, paid, and retrieved their order, Taeth led Frost to a quiet, shaded spot in the Riddermarket square, where they could see the newly-repaired fountain trickling and sparkling merrily in the sunlight. "I should have grabbed a blanket at the shop," she lamented as she settled on the ground and patted the spot next to her. Frost--very carefully--started handing her the platters of food (maybe she'd been a bit ambitious with her appetite, but oh well. There were two of them eating.) before joining her.
Taeth had already picked up a slice of roast pig, tearing off a strip and dropping it in her mouth, moaning as she chewed, by the time Frost settled beside her. She licked the meat juices off her fingers with a grin. "Well? What will you try first?"
Frost's grin was infectious, and Taeth didn't even bother to fight her own. The first real smile he'd given her the night before had an underlying melancholy to it, but today his expressions were downright jovial, and as he pulled her flush to his side, she tried to calm the relentless pattering of her heart.
As hungry as she was, she did not want to break this moment. Their pace was slow, meandering, allowing for them to stay in close contact with each other as they walked. His hand was warm at her waist, and she wound her arm around his back.
Every so often, when he'd pause and tuck her out of the way of rambunctious pedestrians and animals, she'd look up at his face. Sometimes, she caught a shadow passing there, and made note to ask him later. She saw some of the looks from people on the street, and whenever she could catch their eye, she would scowl. They had no right to judge who she chose to be with.
Taeth knew there would be significant challenges if they were to carve an actual relationship out of this. But every part of her, from the way his touch sent sparks across her skin to the ache in her soul that continually whispering him. this one. don't let him go, said she had to try or she'd regret it for the rest of her life. Frost had said he regretted not kissing her that day in Umbar, and while she'd apologized for running away like a coward, what she hadn't said was that every step she'd taken further and further away from him that day had been like trying to run through a swamp. She hadn't truly felt like she could resist the pull until she was back in Gondor.
Lost in those thoughts, Taeth barely noticed when Frost squeezed her hand before he tugged her into an alley, deep into a quiet shadow, and turned to face her. His hands were at her face, and then his lips were on hers, and the sweetness of it made her ache.
Time stilled. Frost's mouth moved oh so gently against hers, but he didn't deepen the kiss further. Yet it still made her tremble, fists clenching in her skirt, as she pressed up on her toes to reciprocate.
When he pulled away, he looked as dazed as she felt, and she bit her lower lip as he murmured, "Stolen kisses are the best kind in my experience." before kissing her one more time, playfully, then pulling her back out into the street.
Leaning in, he whispered, "The longer the day goes on, the hungrier I think I get." and tingling warmth spread through her, starting from where his breath brushed over her skin. A vivid flash of memory from the night before--his teeth gently grazing down her neck--nearly made her stumble as her foot caught on the edge of a cobblestone. But Frost steadied her as she blushed, and they continued their journey through the streets.
The Food Stalls
When they arrived at the food stalls, Taeth settled back into Frost's embrace with a contented sigh. "Tell me, Rohir," Frost asked. "What kind of food does one eat on a Festival Day here?"
Her stomach began to grumble as she perused the options. "Heardofur, and blueberry ale," she said. "Badger on a stick. Oh, and we must try the deep fried cheese wedges, Thali created those recently."
As her mouth started watering, she chewed on her lip. "Also... Sceap hrycg. Fried crebain legs. Roasted pig. And we can share a candy apple."
Taeth felt, more than heard, the chuckle that rumbled through Frost's chest behind her. "Rohir eat crow?" he murmured in her ear, and she laughed.
"It'd be a shame to waste all those Dunland spies we have to shoot down, wouldn't it?" she answered.
Once they'd moved through the line for food, paid, and retrieved their order, Taeth led Frost to a quiet, shaded spot in the Riddermarket square, where they could see the newly-repaired fountain trickling and sparkling merrily in the sunlight. "I should have grabbed a blanket at the shop," she lamented as she settled on the ground and patted the spot next to her. Frost--very carefully--started handing her the platters of food (maybe she'd been a bit ambitious with her appetite, but oh well. There were two of them eating.) before joining her.
Taeth had already picked up a slice of roast pig, tearing off a strip and dropping it in her mouth, moaning as she chewed, by the time Frost settled beside her. She licked the meat juices off her fingers with a grin. "Well? What will you try first?"
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