[Forum RP] The Farmer's Market

[Urahra 5781]

Sometimes, along certain roads in Asulon, groups of farmers would gather to set up produce stalls. Almost overnight, colorful tents filled with produce bins would pop up like mushrooms along the road. Chalkboards, scribbled with the prices of various wares, would lean against the tent poles. Piles of variously sized pumpkins would glimmer in the dewy morning light. Bushels of apples, shiny and plump, would wink at hungry travelers from the roadside. Each tent would boast that theirs was the freshest and tastiest of the produce, but who could really say for certain?

The Farmer's Market wasn't just produce, though. Jewelry tents, leather working tents, bakery tents, and even beer tents all clustered together along the roadside. There was a certain merriness in the air every time the market appeared, rather like a festival. People milled happily about between the tents, inspecting the wares and adding delicious items to their grocery baskets.

A tall, thin dark elf with long, braided hair and spectacles stands at a bakery stall, inspecting one of the gourmet chocolate cakes with a critical eye. A wicker grocery basket hangs on her arm. All around, people seem to swarm, but the female dark elf is still.

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((LOTC characters only, please no OOC posts. A Farmer's market has sprung up along a random road in Asulon. So? Will you come to the market?))

[Free The Hobbits 859]

*Splicer Flathorn hates melon vendors.

[KidKrinkles 2044]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6eG9Op0TUs

Blood walks down the road and blinks a few times under his mask, eying the colorful and vibrant tents before him. He notices a few signs as he continues to walk, advertisements for produce, and goods. It takes a few seconds before he eyes it and realizes he is staring at a Farmer's market. He smiles slightly under the mask and pulls his hands out from his sleeves, where they move to his sides and rest. He looks on his belt, eying the knife, the bag of minas (a hundred and twenty on him), his trusty caltrops and flash bombs, and lastly, the bola.

"Could never have too many tools..."

His mind begins to think of what concoctions and devices the farmers were capable of~ the thought of hook swords goes through his head. Perhaps he could find something like his flash bombs, but, perhaps his traditional lye inside? Only the Light knows whats in there.

Blood makes his way over.

[Temp 2006]

Lost as usual, Temp sees the Market in the distance. Muttering something about noise, he begins to jog down the poorly maintained road to see what's going on, and to get directions.

[Urahra 5781]

"And you say this cake is made with cocoa beans from the finest cocoa pods?" Tanith, the dark elf with the braided hair, asks. She looks up at the baker, who gives her a hearty, apple-cheeked smile. The chocolate cake, just small enough to fit inside her grocery basket, seems to glisten in the morning light. Tanith looks down at the cake again, a small frown on her soft, dark lips. Tiny chocolate candies line the edge of the cake. "How many minas did you say it was?"

"I think 100 minas is fair," the baker replies.

"For the whole cake?"

"Mhmm. Should I wrap it for you?"

Tanith pauses, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. "It's a bit expensive, but...I think it will make Thomas very happy." Reaching into her basket, she pulls out her mina purse and drops a handful of minas into the baker's outstretched palm. "If you could wrap it for me, I would certainly be delighted!"

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

Areon stands on the outskirts of the farmer's market, raising his brow at the strange gathering, he makes his way onwards and through the crowds. Taking flitting glances between the partitions of bodies, looking down upon the various foods, pans, pots and other strange things to buy on a road. He stops as he looks towards a bard, taking a short reprieve from his journey and listening to the story that the man sings.

[Sargeblub 78]

Lanon Chivay walks along the road, his chainmail and plate clinking as he strolls into the farmer's market with a smile upon his face. He walks up to the bakery, the scent of sweets and goodies filling his nostrils. He looks over some of the goods then looks up and sees Tanith, "Ah. Hail, M'lady. What brings you to these parts? Quite a few bandits and highwaymen roam these lands." He shoots her a reassuring nod and awaits a reply.

[Urahra 5781]

Tanith looks up as Lanon addresses her, a small smile on her lips. She curtseys to Lanon before turning back to the baker and taking the carefully wrapped cake. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Chivay. I came for the market, sir, of course." She lifts the cake, wrapped in paper and a spotted handkerchief. "Do you think Lord Thomas will like this? He's developed a sweet tooth lately and I thought I'd get a little something for him."

Tanith unwraps the cake a tiny bit, showing him a glimpse of the creamy chocolate frosting. "It's supposed to be quite gourmet, I think!"

[Sargeblub 78]

Lanon listens as Tanith speaks, and replies, "It's a pleasure to see you as well." He catches a glimpse of the cake and his eyes light up. "Oh.. I'm sure Thomas would greatly enjoy that. It looks quite gourmet indeed. Would you like for me to help you carry that?" He looks around quickly, checking for anything out of the ordinary and looks back to Tanith.

[Urahra 5781]

Tanith re-wraps the cake, blinking as Lanon glances around. "Is...something wrong, sir?" She looks around, scanning the crowds for anything unusual. She catches sight of a blonde man with his back to her, lingering in front of a bard. Tanith sucks in her breath, quickly stowing the cake inside her grocery basket. She flashes a hesitant smile at Lanon. "My basket is a bit heavy...if it's not too much trouble, could you carry it for me? I only need to buy a few things more and then we can head home." She takes the basket off her arm, holding it out to him.

"I think I would feel a bit safer if I wasn't all by myself anyway." She smiles again, the smile not quite reaching her eyes. The imagine of Areon, tied up on the floor of Krak du Rhoswen, stuck out vividly in her mind. Areon was aiding the Frost Witches. If he was here...did that mean witches were lurking nearby too?

[Jarkarll 314]

Bran mundanely walked with the crowd, seeing where the tide of hungry patrons and eager clients would take him. Shoving past the crowd to a beggar whom decided to settle his misfortune in the middle of the path, crying out for anything to help him feed himself even for the day.

Taking pity on the gaunt man, Bran reached into his pouch for a hard tack. It was tasteless and dry, but it was something to eat and surely he wouldn’t turn this down. Offering the man the hardtack as he nodded, but to the contrary the beggar with a quick motion slapped the hardtack away. Howling in pain from slapping his own lanky hand against Bran’s gauntlet- he darted away cursing and caressing his hand.

Bran stood there perplexed completely unsure of what had just happened. Sighing and crossing his arms he looked up- lost in thought he started to think of what to do with his time. Losing his train of thought and reminiscing on his memories- he remembered that he had still yet to find something “fancy” for his own wedding! He wouldn’t want his Lover to out dress him, or even worse- show up to his own wedding looking like a plebeian! On his wedding day he wasn’t common drabble! This was unacceptable, surely someone at this market must be a tailor, he would procure an elegant suit from someone here!

Coursing off he explored the market, his mind flooding with thoughts of the preparations for his wedding. When it suddenly hit him... although he direly needed to find a suit for his wedding- it dawned upon him that he needed cake too! Searching about wildly for someone who could make something extravagant and so succulent it would bring tears to the eyes of any who tasted it. Gently shoving past the crowd hastily looking about for any merchant who could help.

Shoving past yet another beggar he saw what looked like a cake. He fumbled towards what looked like cake stand. Now in front of the stand he took a moment to catch his breath, stammering with his words.

“Ah’m... lookin’ fur cake...” clears his throat, standing erect- with a quick pound to his chest. “Loike ah wos sayin’ ah’m looking fur cake. Perticurally for me weddin’. Do ye ‘ave anyfin of the sort or... do ye...” not really paying attention to the merchant and browsing the wares instead- he finally fixes his gaze on the familiar figure, “...Tanith?!”

[Sargeblub 78]

Lanon reaches out and takes the basket from Tanith, "There's nothing wrong, M'lady. One can never be too safe, life is too valuable. I'd be happy to carry it, where are we headed?" He looks down at the basket and examines it, then looks back up at Tanith and notices something wrong with her smile, "I apologize if I've made you uneasy, M'lady." The smile on his face is gone, replaced with a face of sympathy.

[Urahra 5781]

Tanith opens her mouth to respond to Lanon when, all of a sudden, someone pushes past her toward the bakery stall. She stumbles forward, nearly running into Lanon, but catches herself. Flushed with displeasure, she turns around to get a better look at the man who pushed her, only to see Bran Volsung. "Oh, Mr. Volsung!" Her face lights up with a more sincere smile, this one reaching her cherry-colored eyes. "I didn't know you were here as well, sir! Goodness, I thought I had come here all by myself, but look who I met!" She quarter-turns, gesturing to Mr. Chivay.

Suddenly, the meaning of Bran's words hit her. Her eyes widen and she stares at him for several seconds before a smile illuminates her dark face. "You're...getting married?! Oh, Mr. Volsung, what happy news!"

[Sargeblub 78]

Lanon raises an eyebrow in response to the situation in front of him. "Hm... I've missed much in my absence..." He takes a small step back to let the two have their conversation. He holds the basket, feeling awkward.

[Jarkarll 314]

"Ja, ah asked fur Amalia's 'and in marriage n' she gladly gave it ta me. Ah still 'ave ta get everyfin ready." Smiles boldly, but looks at her quizzically. "So... wod are ye doin 'ere?" Looks around curiously, glancing aimlessly. "N' do ye know anyone that can make me an elegant suit? Ah've been lookin' fur one... bod, ack! Ah jost keep forgettin' that ah need to get a cake fur me wedding. So many tings ta plan..." Makes frantic gestures as he speaks, "Is there anyway ye ken 'elp? N'... whos this person ye met?" Glances at Lanon curiously.