A Pleasant Day In Kralta

[KennedyJ534 110]

The birds chirp a gleeful tune as you find yourself at the entrance of Kralta, the Capital of the Holy Kingdom of Ruska. The bees are busy pollinating assorted flowers and buzzing about. A smell of fish, butchered meats and baked goods quickly wash over you. As you take in the scent, you look up and notice the chimineys of the town allowing smoke to gently flow into the sky. The ground is covered in gravel and dirt, signifying that many travelers and workers use the road you stand on each day.

 

You decide to delve further into the town, slowly walking across the Bubhovh bridge. To your right, you notice the grand keep, otherwise known as to the locals: Krelmstad. To your left, you see a river acting as a wall between Kralta and Rosemoor, the past home of Adunians. You make your way across until you have fully entered Kralta. Many merchants, peasantry, and travelers alike make their way past you, proving the town is quite bustling. You continue on the road until you reach Baker Street.

 

You look to your left and notice a Human male, about six foot now, wiping down a counter. You examine him further, noting his pine green eyes as well as his curly brown hair. He is fair skinned and wears the slacks of a worker. Another notable feature is his sharp mustache which grows just above his lips. The man notices you and sets his rag aside, before speaking.

 

"Privej. Can I sell you bread or muffin or sweetroll? Or perhaps you are here for different reason...?" 

[Cracker 4570]

Pjtor glares at the humble baker, revealing a crooked smile of barbed black and yellow teeth.

 

"You look soft and fat like warm bread. You must eat too much of it."

 

He snorts, spitting by the mess of gravel and dirt, before glaring at the baker and muttering. "You sell any good smoke? I like Black Rascal or Big Chaamba, but I take anything which is not Pissweed."

[Richard / Mikhael 95]

Mikhael trudges along the path, noting the shady drug deal going on at the bakery. He smiles.

[KennedyJ534 110]

Pjtor glares at the humble baker, revealing a crooked smile of barbed black and yellow teeth.

 

"You look soft and fat like warm bread. You must eat too much of it."

 

He snorts, spitting by the mess of gravel and dirt, before glaring at the baker and muttering. "You sell any good smoke? I like Black Rascal or Big Chaamba, but I take anything which is not Pissweed."

 

 

Mikhael trudges along the path, noting the shady drug deal going on at the bakery. He smiles.

 

Joferik inclines his head at Ptjor's request, before slowly shaking it. He flattens his apron and speaks.

 

"Niet, I does not sell smoke. You's best to to tavern or inn to find smoke, but do not find smoke at bakery. Much apology."

 

Joferik nods in greeting to Mikhael.

 

"Ej, Mikhael farmer man. Much nice day, da?"

[Richard / Mikhael 95]

Mikhael smiles, 

 

"Much good, muffin-strelt! And how are muffins for muffin-strelt?"

[KennedyJ534 110]

Mikhael smiles, 

 

"Much good, muffin-strelt! And how are muffins for muffin-strelt?"

 

Joferik frowns and shrugs.

 

"Harvest has not been much good recent, not many muffin available. Though, I does have some in back... would like?"

[Richard / Mikhael 95]

Mikhael pulls a lone Horen from his pouch, and lays it on the counter, 

 

"Your muffins have world-renown! Da, bring some to good Mikhael."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.