Winter has truly come to Vesper again and with it a great many tribesmen from the swamps to the south and the hills to west to winter and sell their wares. And such wares. Meat, plants, leather, bone, scavenged technology, pets and stranger things from the wild and the chance portal to another world. It gives the merchant quarter of Vesper a boisterous air.
Hunter is walking the open market, the so called Trapper’s Market, navigating the stalls as evening comes on and the city undergoes it’s transformation from Day to Night. There’s something about the din of the place that’s almost… welcoming. Well, the din and the smell of fresh meat roasting on a spit over an open flame. That seems to be coming from somewhere… over… here.
After eventually getting the snake lady, Jesana is no longer certain the woman is a Gorgon in the way she learned about them, back to room, the demigod spent following morning refamiliarizing herself with Vesper and its closest environs. Today she’s decided she’s hungry and Jesana is ambling along in her coyote form trying to sniff out the best and kindest purveyors of food. It isn’t that she can’t pay for it, if someone is willing to give it away to the “poor doggie” well then its just compensation for them being dumb enough to mistake her for a dog in the first place, right? By the light in the overly large coyote’s eyes, she thinks its a grand game.
Having already closed down her shop until morning, Kthzyx has opted to stay and explore the Trapper’s Market, as there are so many new THINGS here. She’s been fascinated by the animal flesh being charred over a fire, mostly because it is nearly incomprehensible to her. She can’t eat the results, she can’t even smell it. And knowing that that is what the locals call cooking doesn’t help, as it is so vastly different from what she herself considers cooking.
Thus, she’s just STANDING in the middle of the market’s main walkway, essentially staring at the spit and roasting meat.
It’s a long way from home, but it’s not meant to be a long stay, thankfully. Baldur can’t be blamed for having such anxieties about Vesper, lingering from a previous life and the thing he’s become. But he’ll do his best to deal with such feelings as the trips made out to this city are thankfully not so frequent, and he’s come to figure that most of his concerns are things he’s just thought up.
…of course, it doesn’t help that he tends to draw attention wherever he goes, if not for the fact that he’s from head to toe made of metal (not that his clothes and armor make that an easily seen thing, it’s fair enough assumption), then for the strange sort of ‘aura’ he unwittingly generates around those particularly of magical properties. Maybe aura isn’t exactly the term, but there’s something that tends to draw eyes more so than he feels comfortable with, but the full-conversion cyborg has learned to mostly ignore the attention while keeping alert.
He doesn’t want any trouble, he’s just killing time until the group he’s decided to accompany from Dogwood decides they’ve had their fill of Vesper oddities.
Hunter steps up beside the meet vendor who is… huge. He’s an nine foot tall man with a great curly beard of brown. He’s bare chested but for a fur lined vest and he’s currently wielding a two-tined fork and a weaponized jolly laugh. “Step up! Who’s next?! Who want’s to sample old Olaf’s famous Tyranosaur Barbecue?”
“I’ll have some of that.” Hunter says.
“Right…” The man carves off a chunk of juicy meat and puts it on a big wooden steak.
“Here you go. That’ll be ten cash. It’ll put hair on your chest.” Beat. “Er. More hair.”
Hunter snickers and pulls out a string of coins to pay the man with.
“Are you having some too?” He says, looking down at the crystal being standing nearby. Is that dog… begging? Wait, no. That’s not a dog…
He hasn’t seen Baldur yet.
Finishing the rather tasty bowl of odds and ends the merchant cook and his mate had considered inedible, Jesana winks at the couple and trots across the street where she jumps up on the end of a bench and looks around for anyone that she knows. Or rather, anyone that she is getting to know, or attempting to get to know. The demigod needs strong ties to keep her out here away from the tribes and hordes of descendants and she knows it. Idly curling her tail around her lower legs Jesana settles to wait and watch.
The coyote is bigger than it has any right to be but most people don’t see that, they fall easily under the allusion its just a big dog with brown eyes. The native woman’s are black of course but its just one of several differences a careful observer might notice. After a time her eyes go to Hunter and the being at his side that seem so.. confused? or maybe repulsed? by the cooking. Jesana isn’t sure. That entity is a hard one to read in her usual ways. Over there is Shiny, the robot she likes. What an interesting day this is looking to be. Now….one more Jes thinks and they will be ready. …for what? The coyote just grins.
Ardul had come to the markets with Hunter but had been distracted by some interesting parts at one of the stalls. Potentially Golden Age technology and that intrigued her. She’d been gone for sometime though, long enough that he might be wondering where she’s got to – but not for long.
Through the crowd her giant grey wings – the same colour as Hunters fur – can be seen. But she’s not in the tunic and leggings she came here in – she’s in a …. dress. One that sits mid thigh – though modest enough. Of course, it’s starting to get chilly in Vesper, so over the top she’s got a small knitted cardigan.
It’s a very different look for the Valkyr, that’s for sure. She still looks rather stern however.
“I hope you got me something as well, Hunter…” she says as she finally joins the Wolfen. “Hello Zyx. How’s business?” the Coyote gets a look of … concern. The android gets a frown – does she know him? She thinks they’ve met before.
Zyx turns to look at Hunter when he speaks to the vendor and watches the exchange curiously. She does actually have some coins today, from a purchase someone made… curiosity wins out. “Yes, please.” She digs the coins out of her pouch (they don’t just stick to her hands like crystals do) and accepts her own t-rex steak on a stick.
And then promptly has no idea what to do with it. So she watches Hunter with his own steak as Ardul arrives, the stick in her hand held as if she has no idea what to do with it — which is the truth. “Hello, Miss Ardul. It’s been going well. How have you been?”
There IS a snake lady here, however, and she’s spending her time perusing that market herself. Trying to find… something. Something that’ll hold her interest for a few minutes.
She ain’t having much luck, however, if the vague grunts of irritation and frustration that occasionally escape her are any indication. Whatever it is, it’s definitely something ephemeral.
It’s hard to not get overloaded by the things around you in a place like this. D-Bees alone draw one’s eye for their inhuman features. The stalls set up by traders boast things one didn’t find in Dogwood shops. With his glowing orange gaze constantly on the move, Baldur might be excused for not having picked out any familiar faces in the crowds. To be fair, it’s also been a while since he’s crossed paths with them, although it might not take too much to jog his memory. How often does he mingle with people in Vesper, after all?
Food isn’t something that interests him, but then there’s little good it does him. What does draw the cyborg’s eye is a booth selling leather scraps and items, a few stalls down from the meat vendor. Well, there’s no harm in looking, now is there? And traders are bound to have some good materials to work with.
Zyx is served by the jolly bearded man. A closer inspection reveals that he’s carving these steak chunks off with what certainly appears to be a very finely honed ax. Not so much sculpting the meat as doing battle with it. Which… certainly suits the man’s appearance if nothing else.
“Huh? Careful there pooch.” He says to the big coyote. “That fire will singe your fur and the sauce will gum you up for weeks.”
From the sound in Jesana’s ears… he can speak to animals. If she were a real coyote she would have understood that. Maybe not enough to back off but still…
Hunter grins and shares some of his steak on a stick with the winged woman. “Been a while… Kthzyx wasn’t it? And… I do believe I see someone shopping we know. Two someone’s actually.” Hunter winks at the elemental and then calls out. “Hey! You! With the face!”
That usually gets… well actually it’s really rather shocking how many people that gets to look his way. Of course most won’t recognize him but snake lady and cyborg should.
There really is a lot of exotica here. And more than a few people from Dogwood. Travel to the city is perfectly legal after all and a lot of Dogwoodites come here to have fun they can’t have in the Kingdom proper. Vesper doesn’t mind. It’s a way to get back some of that money they pay for importing food from the city. There’s… a LOT of bone and leather. And some of it from creatures that can take a laser blast and just get annoyed. If Baldur wants something here for a new coat, say, it’s a good place to look.
You seem to be shopping for dead animal parts. Something says in his head. Want help?
The coyote watches Baldur and Kyth with interest. Ardul she gives a sort of wary head no and Hunter a startled grin and wink. “Heyla snakey.” Jesana calls as she morphs form to appear as a young native american woman from a hard to determine tribe. Specially out here where folks don’t see the difference between people. Which she thinks is not necessarily a bad thing but.. well that’s a thought for another time. “Morning!” Jesana drawls as she makes her way to Elpida. and flops down after getting her own morning snack. Maybe that big wolfen had a point about sauces in her other form. Or maybe she just wants to show she’s not a dog nor heathen savage either. …not completely anyhow.
As Baldur peruses the leather pieces, Ardul frowns a little more “I know you, don’t I? We met in that village across the river, didn’t we?” She thinks that’s right. They’d been investigating a disturbance that had, ultimately, been caused by the Greek Gods and the Vesper and Dogwood contingents had converged.
Not to mention not long before that where they had nealy shot at each other over the James River.
“Hello Elpida, are you looking for something?” It seems there’s a lot of people here that she knows.
“How’s business, Zy–” her words cut short as Jesana morphs and she reaches for the cylinder that normally hangs at her …. oh right. She’s wearing a dress and there wasn’t a belt to go with it.
Okay, so they’re eating the charred flesh. Zyx tries to do the same and … just can’t. She has no teeth to bite with, and even if she makes her mouth jagged on top and bottom, the meat then has nowhere to go. She ends up standing there with a clumsily taken bite of meat in her mouth and no idea what to do next.
“I… do not understand this, Miss Ardul.” Yes, she is able to ‘speak’ perfectly clearly despite the food in her mouth. The big coyote becoming Jesana doesn’t faze her one bit. She goes between bipedal and quadruped all the time herself, after all. Sadly, she hasn’t noticed Baldur or Elpida yet past her confusion over the meat.
“…Ardul?” says Elpida after a moment. She hasn’t seen her dressed like this before and she just sort of peers at her for a time. Then there’s Jesana greeting her and well she just sorta scratches the top of her head. Oh hey it’s the weird coyote girl again.
“Hi,” she offers to her. “I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. I dunno. I’ll know it when I see it, I guess.” She coughs once.
There’s admittedly some mighty nice materials, and Baldur’s not one to waste the opportunity given as he peruses, reaching out to pick out a sheet of leather here, poke at the odd tooth or bone there. Tooling leather has become a hobby for him, but anything more versatile he’d have to find someone properly able to make things from. Although that’s not to say he’s not in the market for replacing some of his leather armor pieces he’d had horribly destroyed some time ago.
He pauses, squinting before he brings up a hand to smack the side of his head a few times. “….hell, I thought I was just getting some weird memory lapses or somethin’…” he mutters.
“Hey! You! With the face!”
Maybe it’s because he’s here in ol’ V-town, but for some reason the Wolfen’s shout rankles him. It might be due to some expectation that sooner or later he can’t help but expect someone to draw attention to him. “You got a problem with my face?!” he shouts back, head jerking in the direction of Ardul and Hunter, his optics flaring, shuttered slightly in a glare. And then he blinks as Ardul speaks up, wagging a finger as though it’d help to jog his memory. “River? No ma’am, pretty sure we met up in that ol bed an’ breakfast over there when me an’ Stella did a supply run. Something with an ‘A’…. Ar… Ariel?”
The company’s gotten pretty thick suddenly, what with Jesana joining the trio at the meat stall, and the snake-headed woman- all familiar faces save for the walking crystal and the wolf, although to be fair the only thing he’d ever glimpsed of Hunter was the giant mech that shared his basic shape.
Snap-point back at the Iyesgarthian when Elpida says her name. “Ardul! That’s it! Um. Hey. People.” Now Baldur looks about a bit awkwardly.
Jesana isn’t sure it will be more edible than the charred skin Kyth has now but figures its worth a try and it isn’t as if she can’t make more. Besides it’ll make the entity easier to find if needs be. “Here try this lil lady. Not sure if it’s more to your tastes but maybe you can do something with it.”
With that she hands over one of her obsidian replacement blades. Not yet mounted on a bone or antler haft and sharpened to a point and down either side. Not quite a gem but not quite glass either. “Relax lady Valk-erm Lady Warrior. I’m just taking a bit of a stroll and stopped here for a break.” Jesana now smiles at Ardul as well. Then turns and grins. “Heyla Shiny.”
Hunter looks up and blinks. Yes he DID just notice what Ardul is wearing. And he’s kind of struck speechless. It’s the hand going to her side that really got his attention. Jes might be then forgiven if he doesn’t say anything to her when he transforms.
The most interesting thing about the charred meat to Kythzyx and likely the only thing she can detect – not really taste – is the fact that it has been liberally coated with rock salt. This is a thing that these organics do actually and it seems to be on of the very few kinds of rock they actually eat though she’s never seen anyone eating one whole. It’s almost always been ground up, powderized and then coated onto charred meat or dead plant matter.
Hunter sort of reboots his brain. “Er sorry. Why don’t we move away from Olaf’s stall…” He takes a few steps to the left. “Fancy meeting everyone here tonight? Everyone enjoying the market?”
As Hunter asks someone runs into Elpida. “Sorry. Sorry.”
Hunter’s still kind of busy staring at Ardul but everyone but him and Elpida will have a good view of someone young coming out of the crowd and trying to lift her cash with nimble fingers.
Jesana is on her better behavior since she last met Elpida and just watches the child attempt to rob her new right. She had told the other children always get a free pass but this may not quite have been what Elpida thought she meant. She seems torn between watching this spectacle and waiting to see if Hunter finally noticing the dress mollifies the winged woman. Or if Shiny find a new hat. A bit belatedly she offers Kyth a handkerchief to get the meat out of her mouth if she wants.
“Oh, it’s you …” Ardul blinks at Jesana. They’ve met. Once. The young woman had looked strangely at her and Hunter then – like she knew them. “Not Valkyrie. That’s an old Earth myth. I’m an Iyesgarthia. Or, at least, I was …” She isn’t now? That might be interesting to Elpida and Zyx, at least.
“Yes, Ardul, that’s correct.” she answers Baldur. “You’re … Baldur, if I’m not mistaken. I must say, I didn’t expect to see you in Vesper.” There’s the faintest of colour to her cheeks as Hunter stares, though she lets him guide them away from the stall.
“Hunter, stop staring …” she murmurs as she turns her attention to Elpida “Well met, Elpida … HEY!” she says to the young person who’s fingers are firmly around Elpida’s purse.
Laughter burbles easily from Jesana’s lips as she watching and listens to the going ons. She is ever so glad she decided to come back.. There seems to be a lot to.. There is suddenly another person. An Ancient yet almost young native american male. He sneaks up and grabs Jesana’s braids and the two disappear from sight. For long moments the sound of cursing can be heard before that too fades away.
Elpida’s unaware at first. She’s totally missed it. Distracted, at least, as she’s jostled. The purse snatching, that is, not that she’s been bumped. Snakes whirl angrily, hissing with menace as she recovers.
Zyx is only too glad to let Jesana swap her the steak on a stick and the chunk of meat in her mouth for a fascinating and tasty looking sliver of igneous glass. “Thank you,” she tells Jesana, though can’t recall having heard a name.
She’s studying the obsidian blade and about to take a nibble when Ardul shouts at the pickpocket. She goes all spiky in surprise, then steps toward Elpida to … talk to the thieving child? Maybe? It’s difficult to say. What IS clear is that she’s stepping toward them and she’s still all spiky.
Baldur chuckles quietly shaking his head at Jesana. “Shiny’s my ol’ friend’s glitterboy,” he corrects, looking oddly wistful for a cyborg. But as she slips away he can only blink before shrugging and glancing back at Hunter and Ardul. With the tilt of his head then he appears to smirk at her, jerking a thumb towards Gran’s.
“Weird, I know. But we did the last time. Not here for long. Guess I’m something of a tourist-minder today. Got some Dogwood sightseers I agreed to accompany on down, and then back up again. In the meanwhile, can’t hurt to do some shopping myself, can it?”
As Hunter stumbles over his words and attempts to have them resituate, the cyborg has a good look between them, a knowing sort of look somehow managing to translate over his metal features. It’s cut short at Elpida’s exclamation, optics shifting towards her in question.
The person stealing from Elpida is a pale young boy with black hair and almost no facial features. Hunter and Ardul – and possibly Kthzyx – know them as ‘Qwik-Flex’ D-Bee’s and as the name suggests, they’re quite flexible. Which is why the kid is able to bend his hand backwards to finish lifting Elpida’s money and bolt. Unfortunately for him is bolt takes him right in the direction of Baldur’s leg.
“Huh?” Hunter gets jerked out of his thoughts by the noise and sees the kid running away, knowing instantly what has happened. “Oh no…” He groans. Please don’t let Elpida turn anyone into stone right now…
Or Zyx impale someone. “Ardul, uh…” Where’d his brain go again?
“Stop now.” Ardul calls out as the child starts to run. She’s about to move when she see’s that Baldur will be able to stop him. “Catch him!!! Zyx, try not to hurt anyone, hmmm?”
As for Hunter, the wolfen gets a dry look as the blush grows a bit brighter. “Hunter, stop it.” she hisses “You said you wanted to see this …”
And he had.
Never mind the oft trigger-happy cyborg. But when someone’s making the poor choice of barreling right towards him, there’s little inclination to whip out a pistol. Plus…the fact that it’s just a kid at that.
Baldur shifts enough to be in the little Qwik-Flex’s path before making a grab for the back of the boy’s collar to haul him up and off his feet. “Whoa there, where’s the fire, kid?”
He pauses to glance at Ardul and Hunter again, optics flicking from one to the other, lidding. “First time gettin’ all sweet on each other, eh?”
“Oh brother,” is what Elpida says to Ardul and Hunter. And then she’s staring after the Quik-Flex boy with some confusion. “Just me or did he not have a face?” she asks.
Because, you know, she’s never seen one before.
And she doesn’t turn anyone to stone. At least not yet.
Zyx watches the kid bolt and promptly get caught by Baldur, and then smooths back down again when Ardul points it out to her. “There’s a fire?” Oh, yes, there is. The one the man is charring flesh over.
She’s about to point it out to the cyborg when he comments at Hunter and Ardul, and she turns her attention to them to try and figure out how they are ‘getting sweet’. Even with her passably good grasp of the organics’ language, there are still often times that what they say is as incomprehensible as eating dead organic material. “What does that mean?”
“Um, I did. Do.” Hunter can compliment it later. He DOES finally manage to get his brain into gear.
The kid that Baldur grabs actually contorts himself onto the cyborg’s arm and pulls… in a manner that would be very painful if Baldur were a flesh and blood person. As it stands it’s just awkward.
“Lemme go! Lemme go! I didn’t DO anything!”
This is self evidently not true. He’s got Elpida’s purse and from the jewelry hanging from his belt loop this is not the first theft he’s undertaken tonight.
“Um. Admiring one another, Kythzyx.” Does that make sense? Organics admire many things but each other?
Way to go Baldur, Ardul blushes more. “Um … no … not really… ” she mutters, stalking over to the “Qwik-Flex” D-Bee and plucking the jewellery from his belt. “I’d say that’s not true, young man.” There’s the Soldier that everyone knows. Stern and rather imposing as her wings flare slightly.
“Thieving’s a crime, you know that. Punishable by the removal of ones limb.” No, no it’s not – but she doesn’t mind scaring the young man a bit. “Why don’t hand the purse back and explain why you did this…”
“Numbskull. The snakes are poisonous. You could have gotten bit. Hey, IS THAT MY SHIT?”
Oh, sure. Elpida’s finally catching on.
Her credit holding bag. She hates calling it a purse. Even if it is a purse.
“If you didn’t do anything then you don’t have no reason to run,” Baldur says conversationally, even as he continues to hang onto the boy despite the lad’s attempts. But if this ain’t one of the weirdest things…
The cyborg’s not really subtle, but he’s old enough that he finds these things amusing. And these amusing things happen to include the unusual couple standing right there. At least Hunter manages to try explaining things to Kthzyx, saving him the trouble. Or he might have made things more embarrassing for the two. Who knows.
He chuckles at Ardul’s admission. But as the Iyesgarthian goes into armsman mode, he continues to keep a hold of the loopy child as Ardul relieves him of his acquired things, a glance given towards Elpida.
Admiring. Zyx has heard customers use that term for the crystals she decorates. “So… admiring can also apply to people?” Hm. Something to consider.
She follows Ardul toward the child and gently takes the jewelry and Elpida’s money pouch from the stern winged woman. She offers Elpida her ‘purse’ back, and holds on to the jewelry, possibly to return it to the town guards to try and find their rightful owners.
She doesn’t understand why the kind was stealing, as she’d readily share better quality stones than these if he needed to eat that badly.
Hunter shakes his head. He knows why the kid was stealing likely.
“Good place to pick up work. Gotta take enough so that I can eat after the boss has had his say.”
Yep. Individual pickpockets are rare. Kids like this get organized. That’s just how it goes.
“Um yes, Kythzyx. In fact people… adorn themselves with stones and clothes as such so as to be admired more.” How does one explain this? Hopefully that suffices.
“Look the snake head lady wasn’t gonna miss it until you shouted about it. And I’m quick enough not to get bit.”
He’s so not. He got lucky is all, really.
“You got your money back though. You’re not gonna give me to the scary cat lady are you?”
He must mean Sanka’a. That’s odd though. Why would he know of Sanka’a. She’s not a Justicar, she wouldn’t really be handling things like this.
Ardul’s demeanour, despite the way she’s dressed, is one that Baldur might recognise. He’s ex-military, after all. “It would seem so, Elpida.” she murmurs quietly, grey eyes never leaving the boys face. “Thank you, Zyx. And you too Baldur.” This was the woman who instilled … a healthy respect in her recruits.
“Captain Sanka’a? We might, I’m sure she’ll be quite interested in you. Why don’t you tell me, how you know her and why you think she’s scary.” beat “You might convince Elpida to let you go, if you cooperate …” beat “Hunter, in the bag that I’m carrying, is my blade. Would you … ignite it please?”
Oh yes, she’s going to scare the bejesus out of this boy. Elpida might as well.
“Scary cat lady…” Only in Vesper. Baldur has no idea who the kid’s going off about, so he looks to the locals. At least it appears that Ardul knows whom the boy refers to. He gives his arm a bit of a shake to try getting their little delinquent to loosen up, although Ardul has his attention again as she asks for her blade. Ignite?
“Is it like. A fire blade?” Because magic or no that might be kinda nifty.
“You realize I can turn you into a statue with a glance, right?” Elpida had kept it quiet, but well, enough people know that the MURDERGLARE is a practical thing for her to talk about.
Her tone is dry, though, and she rubs her eye.
“I just want my money back. Okay?”
The kid IS still trying to break Baldur’s arm and having shall we say limited success. He goes pale… paler… when Ardul mention actually mentioning him to Sanka’a. “Uh look no, there’s no need for that. You got everything back…”
And they did. That they know of. Elpida’s money seems to all be there at any rate. Getting turned into stone seems to scare him even more.
And if that weren’t enough Hunter fishes out Ardul’s plasma sword and lights it up. Yes, it kind of is a fire plade. And yes, it’s cool. Even more… it does NOT appear to be magic.
Also it buzzes when Hunter swings it.
“Are we going to take off his hand here?” This is drawing a crowd and the kid is quite scared. He’ll probably think long and hard about doing this again IF they let him go.
Ardul suppresses the urge to smile when she hears her blade hum. She just imagine Hunter behind her and what he’s doing. That he’s backed her up, is appreciated.
“Perhaps we will, Hunter.” she says ominously, letting the tension build just a little more. She doesn’t really care there’s a crowd – it will make it harder to thieve again. “A plasma sword. I’ve no truck with magic, Baldur,” she says quietly. Strange huh? A D-Bee who doesn’t trust magic, living in Vesper.
Looking at Elpida, the blonde nods slowly. “Elpida seems happy to have her property back. I don’t want to see you thieving again, hear me? In fact, come see me at the Guardsman Headquarters tomorrow at dawn. I’ll have work for you, that you’ll be paid well to do.”
Maybe she’s got a soft heart after all.
“I think you can let him go now.” That’s to Baldur.
The considerable lack of magic from the blade as it’s turned on only makes the thing more appealing. Not enough that Baldur’d want one over his guns, firearms being his preference. He’s pretty sure he might accidentally chop something off with a weapon like that. But that doesn’t mean he’s not impressed as he watches Hunter wield the thing.
“Wow! In’t that somethin’, kid? I bet it could cut through anything!” he says, almost as though he’s forgotten that the boy’s the one under threat. He meets Ardul’s eyes, optics brightening. “You don’t say? Well, that makes two of us. ’bout the magic stuff. Rubs me th’ wrong way, and metal I may be, but you can’t quite scrub out all the memories of the war,” he admits, shaking his head.
But it looks like the plasma blade’s served its purpose, if not Elpida’s own threat. Baldur emits a snort. “I’ll let ‘im go if he lets me go,” he says, but he releases hold of the kid’s shirt all the same.
“…yeah. Well. This is great,” Elpida at least has her bag back and she looks at forlornly for a moment before putting it back in place on her belt with a sigh. Clawed fingertips sometimes making tying knotws a frustrating experience, y’see.
The kid drops from Baldur’s arm and looks up at the four of them. He looks torn between being upset and being caught and grateful to be let go. Finally he says. “Fine, I’ll be there.” And he runs off.
Hunter watches him go and shakes his head. He turns off Ardul’s sword and hands it to her.
“Right well… I could use something to drink. Shall we all retire to Grans?”
The cyborg nods at the kid once he’s made his decision. “Wise choice,” he murmurs, watching him all but vanish into the crowds. He shrugs, reaching up to tug the brim of his hat over his forehead just a bit lower.
“Eh, you guys run along. I might come by after I finish looking over the rest of the stuff here,” he says, jerking a thumb back at the stall with the leathers. Mostly because he’d be loathe to head all the way back to Dogwood without at least something, and he’d liked what he’d seen. He waves the others off, winking at Ardul and Hunter.
“You two’d appreciate the extra time alone anyway. Compliment her proper, y’hear?”
Ah, these kids.
With the turn of the seasons just around the corner, merchants and traders head to Vesper's marketplace to sell their wares, others come to enjoy them, and yet others take advantage of the crowds drawn.
November 04, 2411
Market Town, Vesper