Blades suddenly fades into view.
[Solhaven, North Market]
The market is a burnt-out husk of what it once was -- ruined storefronts, overturned and charred peddler's carts and the odd ash-covered bones are all that decorate the cobbles. You also see the Airan disk, the Vyrshkana disk, a stooped old woman, a small pebble, a grey owl, a tarnished fork, an enruned haon box, a raven, a squalid canvas pavilion, an old barrel with some stuff on it, a wooden bench with some stuff on it, the Belts booth, the Small Blades stand and the Muffinsmith's stall.
Also here: Airan, Blades, Avenquil, Niqi, Briah, Perilschild who is sitting, Sylviana, Hawker who is sitting, Lady Kelestae who is sitting
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west
You blink.
You see Blades.
He appears to be a Faendryl Dark Elf.
He appears to be in the prime of life and tall. He has slightly narrowed, piercing jade green eyes and ebon skin. He has short, bone white hair with sporadic raven black tips cut into jagged spikes that go in every direction. He has an oval face and sharply-curved pointed ears.
He has a flowing set of runes and sigils running around his forearm twining into a writhing serpent, a tattooed symbol of Luukos on his finger, a black angel tattoo on his arm, a tattoo of crimson barbed wire running down his cheek and coiled around his neck, and a tattoo of a white skull on a field of black on his neck.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a razor-sharp serrated rolaren kris with sigils running down the blade in his right hand and a Krolvin backslasher in his left hand.
He is wearing an opaque glass amulet, a crown forged of the purest gold with five points, each topped with a shimmering rune-etched soulstone, a thick band of black ora inset with a sparkling soulstone bearing an emerald seal of House Faendryl upon it, a viper-shaped pin displaying an intricate haste rune, a vruul skin plunder bag, some rolaren battle chain as black as night with an emerald green serpent on the chest, a ring made of the purest golvern with a tinge of veniom leaf decorating it, a black rolaren key suspended on a grey silk cord, a glowing amulet, a ruby-eyed silver serpent flask, some deeply hooded flowing black robes inscribed with wards and sigils around the wrists, a pair of form fitting leather pants in shades of black and grey that seem to meld with the shadows, some blackened veniom cufflinks, a pair of leather stalking boots in shades of black and grey that seem to meld with the shadows, some tactical black weapon loops, an embroidered jet black haversack, and a tattered black vruul-skin pouch stained with darkened blood and trimmed with glistening shards of onyx.
Niqi blinks.
You stare at Blades.
Blades raises an eyebrow in your direction.
You say, "I's hears about you."
You cower.
(Vyrshkana hides behind the barrel.)
Blades furrows his brow.
Blades smirks.
Niqi curtsies to Blades.
Blades says, "Must have been the normal story then."
Blades nods to you.
Blades carefully hangs his kris from his loops.
Blades carefully hangs his backslasher from his loops. It rattles against the kris hanging from it, and he carefully adjusts them.
Blades nods to Niqi.
You ask, "Not going to hurt me?"
Blades places his hand on first the backslasher and then the kris. He pulls forth one then the other, making certain they are loose and ready to draw from the loops.
Blades chuckles.
Blades asks, "That a request?"
You say, "Noooo."
Blades ponders.
Hawker chuckles.
You say, "Dat request not to."
You say, "I's not wantings being hurt."
Blades snaps his fingers.
You exclaim, "Sorrys!"
Blades leans against a squalid canvas pavilion.
(Vyrshkana peeks fearfully out from behind her barrel.)
Blades glances at you.
You exclaim, "Eep!"
(Vyrshkana ducks back behind the barrel.)
Blades ponders.
Niqi bites her lip.
Blades says, "I assure you unless you are some sort of shaved halfling you're fine."
You hear wee little slurping noises nearby...and is that the aroma of a tart you can smell?
Niqi melodically says, "Shaved halflins make good bait round ere."
Blades furrows his brow.
Niqi sniffs.
You say, "I's not halfling."
You say, "I's gets called halfling."
You say, "By tall blinded peoples."
You exclaim, "Not can see I's forest-type gnome!"
Blades says, "Look about the same size, just less hairy."
Niqi melodically asks, "Anyun smell tarts?"
Blades squints at you.
You exclaim, "I's smaller!"
(Vyrshkana creeps out from behind her barrel.)
You ask, "See?"
You say, "I's not big as Halfling."
Blades squints at you.
Blades says, "Horizontally i suppose."
Blades nods.
You stare at nothing in particular.
You say, "I's still not as big as halfling."
Niqi is admiring you.
Niqi blinks.
You ponder.
You say, "I's gots question."
You peer quizzically at Blades.
Blades raises an eyebrow in your direction.
You ask, "Is half a halfling beings quarterling?"
You say, "Cause I"s be bigger dan dat."
Blades says, "If you cut them in two."
Blades nods to you.
You say, "I's not tinkings de halfling likings dat bery much."
You ponder.
Blades says, "They squirm a little but they get over it quickly."
Niqi melodically says, "Eww."
Blades says, "Usually after they bleed out."
Blades nods to you.
You shudder.
You ponder.
Niqi says, "Bloody halflin just doesn't sound...right."
You stare at nothing in particular.
Niqi shakes her head.
You say, "Better dan askings if wantings rare or medium or well done."
You nod to Niqi.
Niqi starts chortling.
Niqi nods to you.
Niqi seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
You ponder.
You ask, "Is likings cooked or just slicedings?"
You ponder.
You ask, "Is usings magical meat stick?"
You peer quizzically at Blades.
Blades says, "Raw of course."
You stare at nothing in particular.
You say, "Is best type halfling, I's supposings, if one wantings eating."
Blades nods.
Glenys blinks at you.
Glenys frowns.
Glenys peers quizzically at you.
You exclaim, "I's not sayings I's want!"
You point at Blades.
You exclaim, "Just hims!"
You say, "I's not eat halflings."
Glenys cocks her head at Blades.
Blades glances at Glenys.
You see Glenys Meduwen.
She appears to be a Malghava Halfling.
She appears to be in the prime of life and tiny. She has sparkling green eyes and nut brown skin. She has long, braided red hair with grey at the temples. She has a button nose and dimpled cheeks.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a twilight grey vultite shield, some dove grey leather boots, a soft storm grey doeskin haversack, a deeply hooded dark grey cloak, some reinforced imflass-lined leather, a somber grey sickle-inlaid prayerbook, some intricate ivory prayer beads, a moonstone inlaid pewter flask, a blackworked dove grey silk cowl, a bright silver snowball pin, a delicate pewter stickpin, a green Gosaena symbol, a white rose bud, a faenor-inset silver sickle symbol, a twig of pale silvery jewelweed, and a crystal amulet.
Glenys raises an eyebrow in Blades's direction.
You point at an old barrel.
You exclaim, "Is can use!"
Glenys peers quizzically at you.
Glenys asks, "Fer what?"
You say, "Is for hidings."
Glenys chuckles.
Glenys looks over at you and shakes her head.
You lower your head shyly, lacing your fingers behind your back and scuffing the ground with your foot.
Glenys asks, "From what?"
Blades yawns.
Glenys cocks her head at you.
You point at Blades.
Glenys chuckles.
You say, "If hungry."
You nod to Glenys.
Glenys looks over at you and shakes her head.
Blades says, "The brave halflings always taste the best."
Blades nods to you.
Glenys says, "Not be afraid of elves."
Glenys grins.
Earthdiver glances at Blades.
Earthdiver licks a small block of salt.
Glenys cocks her head at Blades.
Glenys ponders.
You say, "I's not getting in way. I's too little for dem hidings behind."
You nod to Blades.
Glenys says, "Snakes always taste nasty though."
Glenys wrinkles her nose.
Blades chuckles.
You say, "I's not eat snakes. Doh I's hear taste like chicken."
You ponder.
You ponder.
You glance at Blades.
You say, "Well..."
You say, "Is..."
You say, "Um."
You ponder.
You lower your head shyly, lacing your fingers behind your back and scuffing the ground with your foot.
Blades glances at you.
Glenys shrugs.
You say, "I's leaves you to slicing halflings den. I's gots boxes to being opened."
You nod.
You wave to Blades.
Blades nods.
Sylviana frowns at you.
You say, "Just memberings..."
You say, "I's forest-type gnome."
You say, "Not halfling."
You nod.
You say, "Not tall enoughs."
Glenys shrugs at Sylviana.
You cower.
You wave.