Fantasy Akarea, a frontier settlement [Open]

[Foxgirl Jay]

Dunedain, the name chosen by the Gods upon it's creation, is a great continent of fantastical creatures and magic. It is not uncommon for even the lowliest of human serfs to possess some degree of magical talent. Inhabited by all sorts of races alongside the humans. Elves, dwarves and beastmen are common place in much of Dunedain's more temperate cities. Those creatures of Greenskin descent are rare in civilized locales, seen as they are as being brutish, evil and cruel. And thats not to mention all sorts of other, rarer species, and the wholly evil monsters across the land.
The northern reaches of Dunedain are primarily inhabited by the sterotypical blonde-haired barbarian Humans. The western mountain ranges are the ancestral home of the Dwarves, while the Elves of the west tend to be sea-faring folk, and have colonized a few of the islands there.

The one place however, that the good folk of the lands have not ventured to, is the southern reaches of the continent yet. Far too many monsters and horrors lurking around those parts, and not to mention to largely unknown jungles of the lands. Until a rather rich entrepreneur had chosen now to invest in settlement efforts. With his coin, he was able to fund an expedition to the south, and start up the furthest south settlement, Akarea. Hopefully this one wouldn't be overrun by monsters and other misfortunes. Like the last ones.

Spoiler: map

Characters: Akarea, Characters [Open]
OOC: Akarea, Out of Character chat!
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Dawn shines over Akarea, the easterly sun at the start of it's lazy trek across the blue skies. And already, the noise of industry rings through the streets. The sawmill bustles with swarthy workers, labouring to see that construction can continuously carry on across the village, fed a supply from the lumberjacks at the western outskirts of Akarea.
A chaotic song of hammers ringing against metal, to provide Akarea with essential metalworks. Nails, braces, tools and horseshoes. Those beasts of burden are essential to any burgeoning village, and must be well kept for.
Same as it's workers, fed by the taverns, bakeries, butchers and grocers in it's marketplace.

All have a part to play in Akarea, from the tradesmen to the hauling laborers to it's militia that see the citizens kept safe. And it's adventurers that trek out to explore, and bring in riches. Not so glorious or as easily thanked, are the bookkeepers, the treasurers and accountants.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Lucinya was still quite new to to Akarea. Still trying to settle in to her daily routine. On the first few days of arrival, she had walked the village almost aimlessly, getting to know the lay of the land. Where she could buy all that she needed, who had the best wares in stock, and most importantly, where the mages typically gathered during the day. She wished to be among like-minded company, but she had concerns of her own. Hoping they would be foreign to her land, or at least unknowledgable about certain belongings she kept. She had never spent much time around the peasantry, but growing up in a large city, she had been accustomed to the looks and glances she'd would receive as she passed by. A small price to pay, for being so gifted.

She had found the right tempo in the months following her, to the villagers, mysterious and sudden arrival. A daily routine, given she had no tasks or unforseen occurances, Lucinya wakes up each morning, bright and early to make herself ready. Then it was a trip around the village, purchasing whatever needs she had for the day. Typically food and firewood to keep her cozy home stocked. After a leisurely walk back to her home, to store her supplies, it was another lazy stroll from the western edge of the village, to the northern side of it. To the Mage's Lodge.

It was one of the larger houses built in Akarea. Early on in it's settlement, the mages there petitioned the mayor to have it for themselves, and any other magical practitioners. Renovated and changed to their liking, it was meant to be a safer space to experiment, text, practice and speak. Lucinya quite enjoyed the casual atmosphere here. Even if it was rather plebian in some respects, given most mages of Akarea could easily be described as Farmland hicks with a magical wand. Rude to judge them so, Lucinya kept those thoughts to herself, and instead just enjoyed their company. Most of her time in the Mage's Lodge spent in it's common room, socializing.

**

Lake'an resigned himself, a while ago, that Akarea would continuously have new settlers. The blue-haired witch was one of the newer ones. He'd pass her almost every day as he took his daughter, who was perched, sat upon his shoulder, to Akarea's school. Fionna would wave excitedly each time with a bright smile and a chiming "Hello!" to each person. Inevitably drawing whoevers attention to him as well, Lake'an was obligated, he thought at least, to offer them a tilt of the head in recognition at least. With his daughter deposited at the school, he joined the group of miners who wait, each morning for the whole crew to arrive, then leave Akarea and head to a nearby mine.

**

It seemed, to those that paid attention to such things, that Akarea was going through a rise in villagers falling sick. There were no deaths, yet, but those who contracted whatever illness that was spreading would quickly waste away, their skin going sallow with a tinge of green. It was up to those skilled in healing and remedies to ail their pains. Akarea was fortuitously situated in the lands. All around, there were herbs and plants that could be used to make common salves. And other, rarer ingredients could be found if one knew where to look for them.

Elekta Kount
Noble Scion

 

[Noble Scion]

Tear Stills, the somewhat-known mage from the large college of Ciderland to the north of Akarea. Rumours had spread around her as she had risen through the ranks at an above average rate, leaving her with a healthy reputation, and while it was not an meaningfully large reputation, it was an existing one, nonetheless. One that spoke of a possibly rich, snobby kind of woman that had merely bribed her way up through the ranks. Whether this was true or not, nobody really knew considering few outside of her college had ever really ever met her, but the reason these rumours were floating around the small place of Akarea was due to the fact that word had spread of her arrival to the city, and that she was to arrive fairly soon at that. Her purpose? That remained unknown to the people of Akarea, at least, for now.

"Almost 'ere dear." "Alright, thank you. Your services have come in incredibly useful." "Jus' mah job, but your words warm me heart." A small conversation went between passenger and cart driver as half a young woman's face appeared out from behind a pair of small, velvet curtains, as the bulky yet comfortable cart rumbling into Akarea. "We've arrived" the driver said, slipping off of the cart's roof and opening the door to reveal Tear Stills herself, a refined, noble young woman swathed in fine mage robes with a long staff in her right-hand slipped down to the ground below, right in front of the mage's lodge. She handed a few coins to the driver with her free hand, who proceeded to trundle off in the direction he had come after politely tipping his hat to Tear without a word more.

Tear quietly slide open the wooden door leading to the Mage's lode and shut it behind her, her long brown hair cut in such a way to reveal only a single eye, leaving her calm blue eye to look around the well-lit area with a few other casters simply laughing and enjoying themselves in the early-morning light, they way they spoke got on her nerves with how free their speech was, but she said nothing for the moment as she simply dodged past them and pulled out a key from within a hidden pocket to open up what was to be her room, and after a brief search around as she reorganised her living quarters, she left once more, staff still in-hand as she wandered into the room all the talk was coming from and let out a slight cough to notify them of her presence. "Ahem.. Greetings fellow mages, I am Tear Stills, scholar of the College of Ciderland. I am to be living with you for the next few months and hope I integrate into society here well so as to learn as much as possible, thank you for your time." And just like that, she was done with her speech, standing as though she were a maid for the king with her hands crossed in-front of her, as though she was awaiting a response with a soft, fake smile resting on her lips.

Foxgirl Jay

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

The lower-born mages of the lodge offer her a warm enough greeting, having halted their conversation and discussions of rather simple magical concepts to do so. But, many of them were seated in a ring, in the common room facing one another. Their discussion seemed rather urgent to them, and all were quite focused on it. Much of the lodge consisted of what would be considered apprentice level Mages. Eager, enthusiastic, but inexperienced.

And to Lucinya, their topic of the day, the fundamentals of mana generation and transfer, and it's application in potion making, was quite beneath her. And it was with a pleased smile, and an inward sigh of relief, that she assumed she'd found someone more accomplished. Looking the part of a proper mage, rather than running about in a bathrobe with a home made wand. Lucinya closed the book she'd been reading, letting it rest on a small circular table adorned with a candelabra. She rose from her seat, smoothing out her white dress with a hand. "You must excuse the men. They're... countryfolk and what they lack in formal training, they make up for in their enthusiasm" Lucinya explains, a smile starting to play around her lips. "You'll not find trouble from them, however. Good hearted. Ah, but I'm forgetting myself! I am Lucinya Joll, and it's a pleasure to meet you." Lucinya speaks with a soft, wispy tone. Quite similar to how the Elves speak, their sing-song like tones and flow. But with a bit of the inherent human clumsiness.

Noble Scion

 

[Noble Scion]

Tear's smile seemed to become a little more unbelievable briefly after the initial greetings from the local mages, but quickly became a true one once she heard the familiar accent of the elves, the smile brightening at the sight of a book. She didn't have the accent herself, but knew the tongue well enough from endless tutoring on the subject. "I see, a good teacher for them would most definitely help them in their leaning if they are as enthusiastic as you say. As I have said prior, my name is Tear Stills, but you have my permission to called me Tear." She grinned, shifting around the small circle of novjce mages to get into a more appropriate distance for conversation. "This seat is not taken I hope?" She asked before moving into a seat next to the enchantress. Her posture perfectly straight, looking somewhat uncomfortable but the noblewoman herself didn't seem to be bothered by it. "I take it you're not from around here, like myself, right? I arrived here a matter of minutes ago." She asked, her eyes bright and open as she sat there stiffly.
Foxgirl Jay

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

"Even newer than I, it seems." Lucinya says, returning to her own chair. She adjusts her blue mane, so that it sweeps behind her left shoulder, not getting caught between her and the chair. Often times style gets in the way of practicality. Oh, the woes of being beautiful.

"I arrived to Akarea oh, three months back? Some times the passage of time escapes me" Lucinya gives a slight laugh, and a gentle shake of her head. "I hail from Syllasaport, and trained at the College-tower there. Recently taken a reprieve of my studies to experience the world. Such as it is" Lucinya says, with bit of a dismissive shrug, and a nod of her head towards the simple mages. "I'm sure that you too, shall come to know what it is to be in a rural villages. We are lacking in some of the finer services one can expect to find in a proper City. The fine dining here is abysmal! That is to say, there is none." Lucinya holds her hands together, and rests them in her lap. She leans forward, with an inquisitive smile spreading across her face. "But, oh please tell me about yourself!" Lucinya hoped that she didn't come across too desperate for a like-minded companion. But thought shortly after, that it really didn't matter how she came across in that respect.

Noble Scion

 

[Elekta Kount]

Gik, da Squigrida, as he was known to his kin, was riding onto of his squig who was bounding through the streets.

Some may think it was because of urgent matter, or the fact that he was a courier, but really it was just the speed of Krog that made him go fast, Gik just hanged on for dear life, occasionally suggesting another direction.

Today he was delivering some herbs and plants to the local healer person, not that he knew who exactly that was, but the big sign with the potion flask seemed like a good place.

Pulling on Krog's chains, he was able to direct the squig towards the shop, in which the squig bounded towards it at quiet the pace. Suddenly, it stopped right in front of the shop, catching the rider off guard and sending it flying stright off the saddle and into the shop. It would appear the squig wanted to scratch himself with one of two legs.

Gik flew into the shop, landing face first and sliding across the wooden floor. A few seconds past before the night goblin pushed himself up and shook his head, before looking around for the owner...
Foxgirl Jay

 

[Elekta Kount]

Thag, the dwarf miner, was strolling town early moring with a bag on his back and a fine, runic pickaxe with on his shoulder. He was heading for the edge of town, where a group of manlings and other creatures gather to work the mines. They were no dwarven miners, much less those who came from a long line of miners, but they would have to do.

On his way, he saw the local coruier, a bugger little night gobbo, bound up to the medicine shop with his squig, before the sqiug launched it's rider into the shop.

Thag snorted, typical greenskin.

He continued on through town, whistling an old dwarf mingng tune to himself. It was coming along to be a fine day, as he watch the sunrise, though it would be a better one once he was down in the dark tunnels digging for ore.

He approched the crowed gethering, nodding to a few of the miners who recognized him. A minute later a loud whistle could be heard over the talking, as the miners turn their heads to look at the short dwarf.

"Aight, listen up grimgi." the dwarf's words boomed, before he slid the handle of it's axe down to the point where he was holding the handle near the head, and pointed towards the west. "We're off to the western mines today. Been doin' some scoutin', I think there's a vein down there."

The dwarf then proceeded to heft his pickaxe onto his shoulder, waving the group forward. "C'mon grimgis, don't have all day so let's go." With that, he started to make his way towards the western mines...
Foxgirl Jay

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Lake'an followed. Long back as he could remember, the stout small man, Thag had been the miners leader. Each day had been much of the same, when there was work to be had. Having work indeed, was a good thing. Though it meant time away from his family, it meant providing for her as well. And it was better than the alternative. He had a stable job, one that he could do as a largely uneducated, man of the years. "What's it now, boss?" The massive human asks from behind the Dwarf. He too carried a simple pick of Iron, same as the rest of the men. Not any larger for his greater stature. He sometimes had enough trouble down in the mines swinging, trying to avoid knocking his skull against the cave ceiling.

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Victor Crane peers from behind his study desk, adjusting the spectacles perched on his crooked nose. The man's skin had a texture like old, deeply grooved bark. A brilliant alchemist with a pair of steady hands. But old. Potentially the oldest man in Akarea. "Mmh" he grunts with effort to rise from his seat, stiff bones clicking. Gik need not search far for the owner; he was already in the room with him. "May I help you?" He asks, looking down to the Night Goblin who had so dramatically come through his door. Victor Crane did not allow his advanced age to steal his dignity. He managed to stand straight with nary a hint of a hunch, and keep well groomed and dressed.

He had no true encounters with any sort of Goblin, living a sheltered life in a city. He only heard stories and rumors. Only bad ones, of course. It was hard to curb biases like that. "Do you have business here? I am quite busy."

Elekta Kount

 

[Noble Scion]

"Me? What do you want to know? I'm simply a schol from the college of ciderland, although you don't need reminding of that. I was taught more so by tutors from my family before entering the college and quickly climbing the ranks there before they sent me here to learn what I could and further my studies. It's a shame that we won't have any good food around here.. Maybe I could see if I could make something? I'm sure all the ingredients around here would be nice and fresh, and culinary skills were a part of my studies, albeit I haven't been able to practise them much given my status.." Tear giggled, wondering what fields of magic Lucinya practised. Tear was much more of an intermediate elementalist mage but she had heard tell of specialists having unique abilities. She wasn't sure if she should talk so freely about such things so she simply left her suggestion of cooking open in the air

Foxgirl Jay

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

"I may have to take you up on that offer, Tear. " Lucinya was satisfied with the answer for now. Seemed an honest enough girl and that's all that really mattered in the end. Even then she could forgive a bit of boasting of her skill, but there's no reason to not trust that she was a excellent mage. "Shall I show you around? Small as the lodge may be, just as the town is, it'll be nice to get your bearings straight." Lucinya offers. The lodge can feel rather small and restricted at times. She enjoys taking walks around the villages and the surrounding woodlands. And certain that company will make it more enjoyable to her, if less peaceful.

Noble Scion

 

[fuil]

Gert lumbered out of the forest covered in wounds and a rew dozen wolf hides. The people around him backed away at the sight of him, though no more than usual. He was humming a slow sad son as he headed towards the tanners shop, one of the few people who aren't afraid of him. As he walked he passed the potion shop and saw the squiq and reached into a pouch at his side and pulled out some jerky and tossed it to the beast. "Eat up little one." He then continued on his way to the tanners. As he got to the tanners shop he stopped humming and 'gently' knocked on the door, which still almost knocked it of its hinges.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

His knock is responded with a stream of expletives and curses directed at the abuse of building's door. "Fuck me, alright come on in ya' brute bastard!" Can be heard from the other side of the door, a short moment before a deadbolt is thrown and it's opened wide. The tanner, a stoney shade of green-skinned Half-Orc, sporting an inch-long mohawk atop his otherwise shaved scalp, and a pair of small tucks perpetually sticking up out of his mouth, who goes by the name Cecil. "Oafish bastard, ye' ain't gotta knock me whole house down each time you come back hunting!" Bosteriously complains the Half-Orc. A common occurance that Gert would have been treated to time and time again. "Oi' god damn, well come on in since ye're here anyways. Show me what you've got and I'll put on a spot of tea." He was a simple man. Half-man, rather. He enjoyed human curses, complaining and fishing. He wasn't terribly skilled at fishing, but he had a knack for tanning and convincing people to buy his things. Had to make a living somehow.

fuil

 

[fuil]

Gert simply waited until the half orc finished his cursing and invited him in. "Thank you," He said in his deep growling voice. He ducked down as he entered through the door. He watched as Cecil went to put on the tea. "Four sugers if you have them." He called out to Cecil as he laid out the hides in stacks by color. He had three main piles, grey, brown, and a few black. But he held in his hand the best of them, a pure white wolf hide twice the size of the others. "He fought well.......but not well enough." He mumbled as he waited for the half orcs return.
Foxgirl Jay

 

[Elekta Kount]

"The western mountains umgri." The dwarf miner said as he pointed at said mountain. "There's a vine deep down under that we can mine, I hear that ore is worth a pretty piece of coin."

The dwarf then turned to the bigger man. "If we are sucessful, then we'd all be walking away with a decent share."
(Timeskip?)
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Gik turned his head to the manling, looking up at him as Victor stood. GIk then began to run towards the manling's desk, jumping up and trying to grab onto the edge. After a few failed attempts, he ended up just climbing a chair, before jumping and...

Falling face first into the floor, again. Gik quickly bounced back up, muttering to himself, before trying to climb up to the desk again, this time with better results.

Once he was there, he took the messenger back he was currently caring, and dumped a load of herbs and planets onto the table. "Dere, dere'z ya planetz an' ya 'ealin' greenz."
Foxgirl Jay

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Lake'an gave a curt grunt of affirmation in reply. Not exactly what he was asking; he knew it'd be some sort of prospect within the mountains. He'd wanted to know what kind, iron, copper or something more precious. But his curiosity was not great enough to correct the Dwarf. The mining party carried on for some time, until they reached the hole in a small mountain. The cave entrance had been widened and braced, and the tunnels within given the same treatment. Under watchful guidance of the dwarf foremen, the mining tunnels were safe and sturdy.

The trip there had been largely pleasant enough. Though, there was an annoyance, a sharp yet almost imperceptibly faint hissing in the air as they closed in on the mine. Something like the sound of insect wings.

**

The hospitable yet foul-mouthed Half-Orc returned carrying two tea-cups after a reprieve in to his kitchen. One served, as requested to the Minotaur. While enjoying the tea, he mulls over the piles of furs. "Hmm. A fair batch. Got requests in from the militia, and the hospitaliers, both needing for blankets... And the rest, off to the merchants for them to bitch n' spit over." Thinking it over, he makes his offer to the minotaur. The tanner never had set prices. "A whole bloody lot. Twenty for the lot... five for that pretty pelt over 'ere." Nodding his tusked-head at the white pelt. "I'll sell that to a fancy tailor, directly. Sweet talk 'er in to buying that one at a pretty price, claim she'll be fit for a proper lord once she's finished with that fur." Cecil explains. It helped him to talk his business plans out. Not that Gert had any part in them beyond supplying him.

The offered amount would be enough for a minotaur-sized man to eat for a fortnight. Unless of course, Gert keeps the carcasses of the animals for himself. Then it's more.

**

"Ah, of course... the courier." Victor mumbled, rubbing his shaven chin in thought. "These shall be a great help, keeping our village on it's feet, until this sickness blows over. Mhh, bloody nosey mages. Those illiterate country bumpkins think magic is afoot with this sickness, can you believe it? Proposterous. They say any time a crow caws or a cat crosses their path, that it's foul magic afoot. " The Alchemist grumbles, shaking his head in annoyance. "No. Not magical. Just a plague of sickness caused by uncleanliness and... unbecoming practices."

Elekta Kount
fuil

 

[Noble Scion]

"I'd be happy to take you up on that offer. What better way to learn about this place by exploring jt?" Tear grinned, her eyes lighting up at the suggestion as she stood up, staff in-hand, and headed for the door, her long brown hair swaying behind her as she stepped elegantly along the wooden floor, her every move seeming precise and with perfect execution, even through simple walking. "Lead the way, I need to learn about this place while I'm here, this will help immensely." She smiled, beaming happily back at the blue-haired enchantress with soft blue eyes and refined, scholarly clothing. "I must say, I was expecting a few more mages around.. This place is the big place after all. Much progress will occur here in our explorations of the southerlands and it seems a little ill-equipped to handle the monsters that might attack.. But those are just my thoughts. I guess that's partially why I'm here." Tear chit-chatted idly, and as if out of habit, sweeping her hair away from her left eye briefly before allowing it to immediately fall back into place
Foxgirl Jay

 

[fuil]

Gert nodded at the Orc prices and drank his tea in one gulp. He thought about the prices offered to him and said. "Agree to prices for others but white not for sell." He then put his tea cup down careful to not break it like last time. He said as he walked over to orc and showed him the hide. "This not normal hide, wolf who give this very strong, hide tougher than normal, had to smash skull and still hide no break." He smiled as he remembered the fight. "It was good fight." He looked back at the Orc. "I not sell it, want it cured. Keep it as trophy."
Foxgirl Jay

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Lucinya stands, and walks Tear out of the common room. "Yes, well, one would expect this place to receive a great deal of attention from all sorts of brilliant minds and the like. Until you consider the other settlements in the south. The ones that were destroyed by disasters, overrun by nasty beasties and other unpleasantries. " Lucinya explains, keeping a slight smile on her face even with the grim subject. The blue-haired mage leads her out of the Mages Lodge, on to the packed dirt path streets of Akarea. "Akarea has however, lasted longer than all of the other settlements thus far. People have learned from their failings, but, there is still some uneasiness from those who are educated, about coming to this place."

Lucinya lead Tear in the direction of the village center. To the Marketplace.

Noble Scion
**

"Right, right you sentimental sod." Cecil gives a sigh and a shake of his head. Shame. He'd wanted to sell that pelt. "Gettin' her tanned all nice like, that'll run you a couple gold pieces."

"So big guy, tell me. How's life been goin'? Keeping yourself healthy and happy I'm hoping." Cecil asks, steering away from business for a moment. Good to enjoy some talking now and again, even if the conversational partner was a bit slow.

fuil

 

[fuil]

"Been good, lots of ale and fights." He said as he put down the hide. "But kinda miss herd, they no fear me. Miss talking to others, my kind not meant to be alone." He sighed as he thought about the fear on the faces he passed as he walked here. He looked at the Orc and smiled. "But you not fear me and you talk to me and I get to sell hides and drink and fight every night." His smile grew wider. "I pretty happy but I miss home, what about you?"
Foxgirl Jay

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

"Oi' come on now. You're getting too feelings-y here. I may be half humie but I'm still all orc! Ain't got no time to feel." Cecil complains with a grumble to his voice. "Besides some bastards got to look out for the other freaks misfits and monsters round here. Just happens to be this bastard." He tries to explain it away as no big deal. But he provides security for those of less than fair races. And in turn he had their loyalty. Assumedly.

fuil

 

[Noble Scion]

"hmm.. Yes.. I've heard about the nightmares that occured in the other villages..That was the point however. Shouldn't we be working as hard as possible to ensure the safety of this little town?" The brown-haired, refined young mage pondered as she wandered after the blue-haired enchantress back out into the two, away from was to be her tour guide for this small trip. "I see why people would be uneasy.. Where else are the monsters going to attack but here? I myself aren't a great combat mage, but know a few spells here and there. What about yourself?" Tear chit-chatted as they walked into a marketplace-like area of Akarea, bustling with a few more people than the previous streets had been.
Foxgirl Jay

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Lucinya gives a little hum in thought, as if she were humbly trying to think of her skills. Really she just wasn't sure what to tell Tear. Avoiding the crowd as it ebbed and flowed through the place, Lucinya says to her, "My studies of the arcane tended towards the more practical side. Creation, magical enchantments and such. In equal part with magic to protect myself and others." The girl speaks with an almost dismissive tone towards her abilities.

Lucinya leads Tear across the marketplace and in to one of the stores. A general store that sold goods of all sorts. Typically meats and long lasting vegetables. Not the freshest of either but they were inexpensive. Here one could also buy home supplies such as brooms baskets blankets and storage. Lucinya explained as much yo Tear when they entered, giving her a short tour of what she thought to be a rather important store. At the end she asks "anywhere you wanna know about, like speciality stores? Outside you can find stalls with fresh produce and meats. That's probably more to your culinary tastes," Lucinya asks with a bright smile.

Noble Scion

 

[fuil]

Gert smiled at the Cecil and said. "You good guy and you too modest. If not for you Gert not have anywhere to sell hides, drink tea, and talk. If not for you many of us misfits would have worse lives. " He was happy to talk to the orc. "But you avoid question, how are you?" He wanted to know if one of his few friends was okay.
Foxgirl Jay

 

[Noble Scion]

"I see, I didn't mean to pry." Tear apologised after hearing the enchantress' response, pondering if she had maybe been a bit too forward with her questioning. The noble mage hummed and tried to conjure up memories of her cooking classes as the variety of ingredients were pointed out to her. "I don't suppose there are any clothing stores? I appear to be sticking out just a tad and didn't see any on my way in. An alchemy store could also prove useful, but that would just been for the rare occasion I attempt to concoct something" she asked, looking around and taking in the fresh air as they walked, watchful of anything and everything and seeming mightily careful of the ground as they walked, attempting to keep the refined fibres of her robes as clean as possible in what was to be her new home for the next few months.

Foxgirl Jay