A old man with a blue tunic and black vest stands in front of a stall, reading over some plans. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. But behind his green and white stall, towers several gigantic flowers, some the size of small houses. The elderly man lowers his papers, giving you a smile, his right eye heavily scarred.
"Welcome to the Spring Carnival, for the Festival of Winter has just passed, and we celebrate the Aspects return to Spring, when the snow thaws and our flowers blossom into roses and tulips, allium and daisies."
"We just arrived a scant elven week ago, and my party is busy setting up the stalls and fairs! We're looking to open on the 5th next elven month, but we so do need shopkeepers. A festival wouldn't be a festival, without some fairy floss and pie, wouldn't it?" He chuckles, before nailing a piece of parchment on the side of his stand.
As you leave the man to his own devices, you take one last look at the towering wooden contraption. It looks oddly familiar, like that ride from the Festival of the Sun in Abresi, when Horen was still Emperor. Shaking that feeling of dejavu, you continue on your merry way.
[Credits to Bathrugman, Zarsies, xSPULLERx, Bladecreep, freema5 for the excellent builds!(BrandNewKitten for grass.) Its not even done yet, so stay tune for more. Also thank your orcs, for letting us build on the Trog!]
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