Post by esther257 on May 25, 2010 5:03:05 GMT -5
This was converted from a log so please forgive grammatical errors...thanks for taking the time to read and i hope you enjoy 
The pair exits the tavern shortly after Ander leaves winding their way through the streets past the beggars, street musicians, pickpockets, and travelers back into the merchant square. They find the same, fat merchant right where he was, and always is peddling random goods.
“This is the one who shared the tales with me you know, there might be some truth to them, and he certainly looks as he hasn't gone without fish in awhile.”
She chuckles softly.
He steps up to the merchant proudly and waves a hand to cut him off any potential sales pitches
“We need two fishing poles, a basket, bait, aaaand.....”
He looks over to El
She tilts her head “Hm?”
His emerald green eyes focus on her, “Did you want to add anything?”
“There are some "genuine" Calishite perfumes here”, he points from one thing to another.
“Skill at fishing...if he has that for sale” she says grinning.
The merchant chimes in on an item El is glancing at. “That’s a lantern pilfered from the tome of St. Edgar the maimed"
“Oh, I see.” Siriandur comments
“St. Edgar the maimed?” she asks with an inquisitive look
The elf sighs as the shopkeeper begins a long-winded tale about the story of Illmatyr's great saint and how he heroically braved the depths of his now cursed tomb to bring these goods here just for them. She instantly realizes the question was a mistake but she tries to listen politely anyways; although, it is obvious she is bored.
“That was a fascinating tale arhm... here.” he hands him a handful of coins, hardly even bothering to count them and seemingly in enough hurry to get away to not care
She nods politely as she backs away with him.
“You've no skill at fishing?” he sets both poles over his shoulder and carries a basket in his other hand as they walk.
“I never really devoted a great deal of time to it”, she says with a shrug “other things caught my attention and berries do not swim away when you approach.”
He gives a melodic laugh. She smiles in return.
*MMM, but I'm shocked, a woman of the woods living in the moonshaes never took an interest at fishing, or hunting.” He says once he has finished laughing. “I don't believe it, not from you, or the owl.”
“Well, hunting is another story entirely but it’s rather impractical unless you can smoke meat which requires a rather permanent shelter.” She explains
This statement provokes an inquisitive stare from him.
“Were you alone often?”
She looks back and blinks a moment
“Oh…I mean hunting now”
She pauses to think lest she confuse him more.
“My father was actually a farmer...” she trails off her face growing suddenly bleak.
He studies her a few moments more, noting her change of mood.
“Well, I've a confession to make as well.” he says with a grin, hopping on front of her and walking backwards down the road.
“And what would that be?” she replies giggling at his antics
“I have absolutely no idea how to use this thing I'm carrying. I've never fished either!”
“I, at least know how to use it Siriandur” she says smiling
The pair exits the tavern shortly after Ander leaves winding their way through the streets past the beggars, street musicians, pickpockets, and travelers back into the merchant square. They find the same, fat merchant right where he was, and always is peddling random goods.
“This is the one who shared the tales with me you know, there might be some truth to them, and he certainly looks as he hasn't gone without fish in awhile.”
She chuckles softly.
He steps up to the merchant proudly and waves a hand to cut him off any potential sales pitches
“We need two fishing poles, a basket, bait, aaaand.....”
He looks over to El
She tilts her head “Hm?”
His emerald green eyes focus on her, “Did you want to add anything?”
“There are some "genuine" Calishite perfumes here”, he points from one thing to another.
“Skill at fishing...if he has that for sale” she says grinning.
The merchant chimes in on an item El is glancing at. “That’s a lantern pilfered from the tome of St. Edgar the maimed"
“Oh, I see.” Siriandur comments
“St. Edgar the maimed?” she asks with an inquisitive look
The elf sighs as the shopkeeper begins a long-winded tale about the story of Illmatyr's great saint and how he heroically braved the depths of his now cursed tomb to bring these goods here just for them. She instantly realizes the question was a mistake but she tries to listen politely anyways; although, it is obvious she is bored.
“That was a fascinating tale arhm... here.” he hands him a handful of coins, hardly even bothering to count them and seemingly in enough hurry to get away to not care
She nods politely as she backs away with him.
“You've no skill at fishing?” he sets both poles over his shoulder and carries a basket in his other hand as they walk.
“I never really devoted a great deal of time to it”, she says with a shrug “other things caught my attention and berries do not swim away when you approach.”
He gives a melodic laugh. She smiles in return.
*MMM, but I'm shocked, a woman of the woods living in the moonshaes never took an interest at fishing, or hunting.” He says once he has finished laughing. “I don't believe it, not from you, or the owl.”
“Well, hunting is another story entirely but it’s rather impractical unless you can smoke meat which requires a rather permanent shelter.” She explains
This statement provokes an inquisitive stare from him.
“Were you alone often?”
She looks back and blinks a moment
“Oh…I mean hunting now”
She pauses to think lest she confuse him more.
“My father was actually a farmer...” she trails off her face growing suddenly bleak.
He studies her a few moments more, noting her change of mood.
“Well, I've a confession to make as well.” he says with a grin, hopping on front of her and walking backwards down the road.
“And what would that be?” she replies giggling at his antics
“I have absolutely no idea how to use this thing I'm carrying. I've never fished either!”
“I, at least know how to use it Siriandur” she says smiling