Post by DM Escape on May 6, 2022 6:41:06 GMT -5
Over the years, Cahoots had seen a lot of change in the city of Valkur's Roar. The old tailor had been around for dark times, good times and long, everyday times.
He'd seen the city change name; he'd seen tyrants, murders and thieves, great heroes come and go. Terrifying villains, die. Things no commoner or merchant should see, if the Fates were just and kind but at times, they had not been.
The Three Chimneys, his home, was quiet now. Children grown up and gone, his wife gone too with the previous, ill winter. His three sons visited but had no interest in taking over his business, they had their own lives and families and he loved them all; and so he remained, elderly and working until his eyesight began to fade. As the long and cold weather started to lift, he looked forward to the Greening. Making the best of his time among old friends and companions in the city, the impeccably-dressed old man of almost 70 winters would walk with his brass handled cane supporting him, making his way around the docks as best he could for his "daily constitutional".
Cahoots had earned his name many years ago when he was an adventurer for a short time and in "cahoots" with his best friend Ro, a talented and daring thief. His real name was not known by many but to those who knew, Tambor Macelli, had been an extraordinary swordsman. He retired at a modest age to trade his hard-won wealth for a home, a family and respectability. He did not regret it one bit. Some things are worth more than all the thrill and gold in the world.
But now, it was time for a change. He had made up his mind to retire before his eyes failed completely. He would leave Valkur's Roar behind and go to live near his eldest son, he had grandchildren to enjoy being with now and they were at an age where knowing Tambor, they would learn plenty and laugh hard in the process.
Returning to his home, he cast an appraising eye over the property and considered. It needed renovations and it would take a while to make sure the old place was fresh and solid for a new owner. Now, he would look for someone who not only had the money but the time and dedication to look after it and run it as a shop. He loathed the idea of it being completely converted into a private residence, it had been a business for so long it would confuse people. No, it would go to someone worthy, someone it would suit perfectly. He would make sure of that, after all, making things suit perfectly had been his work for the majority of his life.
Cahoots chuckled and walked into the building, it was time to make plans for a new era.
He'd seen the city change name; he'd seen tyrants, murders and thieves, great heroes come and go. Terrifying villains, die. Things no commoner or merchant should see, if the Fates were just and kind but at times, they had not been.
The Three Chimneys, his home, was quiet now. Children grown up and gone, his wife gone too with the previous, ill winter. His three sons visited but had no interest in taking over his business, they had their own lives and families and he loved them all; and so he remained, elderly and working until his eyesight began to fade. As the long and cold weather started to lift, he looked forward to the Greening. Making the best of his time among old friends and companions in the city, the impeccably-dressed old man of almost 70 winters would walk with his brass handled cane supporting him, making his way around the docks as best he could for his "daily constitutional".
Cahoots had earned his name many years ago when he was an adventurer for a short time and in "cahoots" with his best friend Ro, a talented and daring thief. His real name was not known by many but to those who knew, Tambor Macelli, had been an extraordinary swordsman. He retired at a modest age to trade his hard-won wealth for a home, a family and respectability. He did not regret it one bit. Some things are worth more than all the thrill and gold in the world.
But now, it was time for a change. He had made up his mind to retire before his eyes failed completely. He would leave Valkur's Roar behind and go to live near his eldest son, he had grandchildren to enjoy being with now and they were at an age where knowing Tambor, they would learn plenty and laugh hard in the process.
Returning to his home, he cast an appraising eye over the property and considered. It needed renovations and it would take a while to make sure the old place was fresh and solid for a new owner. Now, he would look for someone who not only had the money but the time and dedication to look after it and run it as a shop. He loathed the idea of it being completely converted into a private residence, it had been a business for so long it would confuse people. No, it would go to someone worthy, someone it would suit perfectly. He would make sure of that, after all, making things suit perfectly had been his work for the majority of his life.
Cahoots chuckled and walked into the building, it was time to make plans for a new era.