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Post by Ilaria Adrastos on Feb 21, 2023 17:47:34 GMT -5
It was a beautiful day, and she couldn't help but wonder whether it was by some divine influence. It was Hearth Day, after all. What better occasion than this one to enjoy some of the most pleasant weather they'd seen in weeks? Most everyone seemed to be in particularly good spirits, and she'd even found herself being excused early from her shift at the Brass Dragon so that she might enjoy the rest of the afternoon along with everyone else. Normally she wouldn't have been so eager to turn down the opportunity to make a little extra coin, but it had been insisted upon. She'd worked so much over the course of the past fortnight that there was some concern she wasn't getting enough sleep. As much as she wished to protest, however, she knew it would have proven futile. So she'd gathered her purse and swept off toward the market, her woolen cloak draped over her arm on account of it being unnaturally warm.
The market district was, as it tended to be, exceptionally busy. Couples browsed the tables with their fingers intertwined as chipper vendors beckoned for their attention with markedly more enthusiasm than was customary. They even seemed more tolerant of their patrons' attempts to haggle the prices of their wares lower, as lovestruck young men sought to impress the objects of their affection with gifts. It was sweet, really. And Ilaria would have been lying to herself if she'd said a part of her didn't envy them. But she wasn't about to let the lack of romance in her own life dampen her good mood. Or anyone else's, for that matter. Who said she couldn't treat herself to something, after all? She'd earned it, considering the hours she'd been putting in. So with newfound determination, she unlaced her purse from the belt cinched tightly about her slender waist, and set about flitting from one table to the next, waiting for something to catch her eye. And then she found it. A delicate golden hairpin in the shape of a rose, set with pearls and polished green gemstones. "How much for this?" she inquired, gesturing to the piece of jewelry with wide-eyed excitement. But before the merchant had so much opened his mouth in reply, a hand darted from out of what seemed like thin air, and boldly snatched her purse from her fingers.
It took her a moment too long to realize what had happened, and she stood there blinking uncomprehendingly. It didn't matter that someone nearby turned to chase after them on her behalf. The thief was long gone, along with all of the coin she'd earned in recent weeks. Defeated, she felt herself deflate a little, and the vendor fixed her with an apologetic smile before turning to help another customer. That had swept in beside her.
Happy Hearth Day to her, she supposed.
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Post by Lord Sarne Sequoia on Feb 21, 2023 19:47:18 GMT -5
Sarne himself was walking through the Market area looking for things to buy for his parents and others in his staff. being a noble and lord money was not too much of a problem but Sarne was not a normal bratty noble either. the sun was out it was warm out with a sight breeze that felt refreshing. He was traveling with his four retainers. A huge Goliath man at 7', A Cat woman Tabaxi looking about the average human size, and another Huge 6'5" Dragonborn man. a quick motion caught Sarne's eye as a clocked figure dashed off.
Sarne sighed as the others look at Sarne. "Get them to bring them back alive this time." Sarne ordered. The three took off after the cloaked person the two larger guys seem to just cut through the crowd as people were happy to get out of their way. The cat woman was able to leap into the air onto other things to get higher pointing the other two in the direction of the cloaked figure.
walking up to Ilaria Sarne gave a slight bow "I saw what happened my Lady, I am sure my people will bring that person back I hope to face you." The man you see has soft features like an elf with a husky build. He is strong and has swift movements. You can tell he is a nobleman in the way he presents himself, his armor, and his clothing. His perspiring green eyes shine in the light. He stands almost 6 feet. His dirty blond hair is neat and well-kept. His skin is slightly tan showing the time he spent in the wilderness. His armor has a crest that could be seen on his front and his cloak, A large tree with two wolf heads on each side pointing at the tree with three stars above it. With a black sword in the background pointing down with a holy rune over it and under it.
"I am Ser Sarne Sequoia, Vanguard of Solaria, and Lord of Grey Stone Keep. you are not injured are you?" Sarne asks with kindness and concern in his tone.
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Post by Ilaria Adrastos on Feb 21, 2023 20:28:13 GMT -5
Had she not been so preoccupied with the thief and her stolen purse, she would have honed in immediately on the impressive looking foursome that hovered nearby. As it was, however, she remained perfectly oblivious until an unfamiliar voice pulled her from her troubled thoughts. It was deep and masculine— a warm baritone infused with unexpected kindness, and the telltale hint of concern. Caught by surprise, she turned with a bit of a start, staring openly at the young nobleman addressing her. "Your people?" she repeated absently, blinking once as she turned to watch his three attendants charge dutifully through the crowd after her assailant. Her racing thoughts struggled to catch up, but after taking a moment to compose herself, she managed a gracious smile and shook her head. "I am thankful for your concern, my Lord. But you needn't go through such trouble on my account. It was such a meager amount of coin ..." She trailed off, knowing full well that she wasn't being entirely forthcoming. The whole of her savings over the past month had been in that purse. Though, she supposed to someone of his station, it still was little more than pocket change. And her protests mattered not regardless, for his companions had already gone.
Tucking a piece of hair behind one pointed ear in nervous habit, she clasped her delicate hands together in front of her, and studied him more intently. In many ways, his appearance mirrored her own. At least, in the sense that it belied more than one distinct heritage. He had sharp, angular features befitting that of an elf, but with the build and brawny strength of a human man who had spent many days toiling under the sultry summer sun. He was well-kept and finely dressed, and presented himself in a cordial manner she found she held much respect and admiration for. Compared to the men she was accustomed to waiting on at the Brass Dragon, he was very much a gentleman.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ser Sequoia," she went on, feeling sheepish. She hadn't meant to stare so openly for so long, and she desperately hoped he hadn't noticed. "I am not injured, no. Only a little startled. I will admit, I'm not accustomed to seeing anyone of such import as you here at the market. May I ask what brings you?"
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Post by Lord Sarne Sequoia on Feb 21, 2023 22:04:29 GMT -5
Sarne stayed there captivated by her beauty he studied her curves her hair her face. Her beauty rivaled his mother's and she was known among the noble elves as one of the most beautiful. Sarne did realize she might not be noble. but that did not matter to Sarne. He would have acted the same.
She has all the makings of a Sun Elf Sarne could tell her mixed heritage much like his. with noticeable deviations from the aristocratic sort of beauty typically associated with their kind thought Sarne. Her face is soft and unblemished, and while naturally fair, seems touched by undertones of sun kissed gold. She has hair that tumbles in a mane of starlit silver down the length of her back but is threaded through with varying shades of copper and darker shades of ash blonde. She is so captivating is all Sarne could think about at that moment.
Looking into her eyes they were wide and upturned and a rich honey-brown fringed in impossibly long, dark lashes. Her small, pert nose and full lips sit in were perfect to the rest of her features. She is so amazing. For that moment stopped for Sarne. Sarne felt his cheeks get hot as he realized he was blushing a little when Sarne realized he was staring at her. Sarne blink a few times and regained his composure. "important?" Sarne seems to question that he chuckled. "I come here often they do have good trinkets here in this market and some of the food is not bad either. I was looking for something to give as some gifts to my Mother, Father, and other retainers in my house." Sarne replied politely. Trying to not feel awkward he looked at the man behind the cart. "You do good work, I will pay for what she wanted," requested Sarne with a smile.
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Post by froggy on Feb 22, 2023 8:00:31 GMT -5
Amelia wiped the back of her gloved hand on her forehead, looking around. A beautiful Hearth Day, one perfect for all the young couples. She always seemed to be in a market, reminded her of how she would tell tales from past adventurers in the cozy little tavern at home. Never mind that, though, because she came for a nice day today. Her plans did not include thinking of home, lest she get into another heated debate with herself on if she should, or should she say could, go back home. She continued her sweep of the market, just spotting a cloak wearing figure dart off with some random persons purse!
She quickly hurried to the one who had her purse snatched, after a moment of looking around. Amelia gave a sigh, for someone had already reached the startled woman. She reached them after a minute, for they were a bit far from her. "My dear, what happened? Are you hurt?" Amelia fussed over the woman, like she would for a tavern goer who had some scratches and scrapes.
She ignored the fancy looking man, for she had no love of those who were fancy. They'd come to the tavern and act all humbled, buy nearly nothing and then leave a great tip. This always made a couple come to look at the tavern, for it obviously had to be something good for an important person like them to come see it. She had no care for those who came to gawk, because they were like outsiders. Not there for a true reason, only there to see, as if it were some sort of museum! Well she would show them to not come and stare, the tavern was a place of warmth and hominess, for goodness sakes.
Back to her task at hand, she thought as she snapped out of her rant that went inside her head. She stepped back, realizing that maybe she should let this stranger have some space, for she was a stranger to her as well. "Sorry, lass, I just wanted to make sure you were alright" Amelia sighed, giving both the people a smile. Perhaps she had interrupted something, but that didn't matter to her. Someone to care for was someone to care for, after all.
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Post by Ilaria Adrastos on Feb 24, 2023 0:06:43 GMT -5
She felt herself struggle not to fidget beneath his intense scrutiny, though it wasn't out of discomfort. Rather, she felt flattered by his attention. There was nothing lewd or unnerving about the way he looked at her. At least, he certainly wasn't ogling her the way she was accustomed to when she worked the night shift at the tavern. So she accepted his consideration quietly, in an uncharacteristically shy silence. It wasn't until he spoke that she realized he may have been feeling a tad embarrassed himself. It was endearing, more than anything. "Gifts?" she repeated, blinking. "Well, the market has a wide array of merchandise on display. Certainly nothing as impressive as what you're accustomed to, I'm sure. But I find that unique and thoughtfully chosen gifts are worth far more than needlessly expensive ones." Was she being impudent, she wondered? And caught her bottom lip between her teeth before she could speak out of turn again. By then, he'd turned to address the vendor, and her eyes went wide as he offered to pay for the hairpin she had been admiring. "Oh, no. Please. You don't have to do that! I could never repay you."
Before she could protest any further, however, the sound of a woman's kindly voice beckoned her, and Ilaria found herself met with the concerned fussing of a stout dwarven female. She had strong, chiseled features that struck a sharp contrast to her soft green eyes. And her voice was warm. Almost motherly, in the way she asked after her well being. It drew a genuine smile from Ilaria, who bent down and took the woman's hands gently in her own. "I thank you for your concern, ma'am. But I am unharmed, and Ser Sequoia has been gracious in his attendance of me. The compassion you've both shown is worth more to me than the gold that I lost, of that you can be sure."
She took a moment to look between them, and then released the woman's hands, clasping her own in front of her. "May I ask your name? I would very much like to thank you and Ser Sequoia properly, with a nice meal and a round of drinks at the Brass Dragon."
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Post by Lord Sarne Sequoia on Feb 24, 2023 15:45:37 GMT -5
A grin came across Sarne's face. He wondered what that dwarf madam was thinking about him. He had seen that look before growing up around clan Hammerfist. Sarne looked at the dwarf and what she was saying to Ilaria it was sunnier. She seemed worried it seem to Sarne.
"Pay me back? if I offered, I will not accept to be paid back my lady, and what is your name?" Sarne asked Ilaria.
Sarne looked back at the Dwarf lady. Sarne would let himself maybe stereotyped he had enough of that growing up too. But something told him that this Madam Dwarf was just looking out for Ilaria. Sarne started to speak Dwarven almost flawlessly as well as almost any native speaker.
"Madam, you have nothing to fear from me. I know better than to challenge you here in the street," said Sarne in a respectful tone to the Dwarf lady.
Sarne turned to the man behind the cart. "Also these two the other hairpin and that bracelet." requested Sarne. turning to Ilaria. "It is the small things in life that can mean the most not how much it cost. It was my parents that taught me that," commented Sarne in a polite tone.
Giving the man some coins Sarne smiled as the man gave him the items wrapped in some cloth. "Brass Dragon? Dont know if I have been to that one. but yes I love a good Ale." commented Sarne.
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Post by froggy on Feb 24, 2023 18:23:57 GMT -5
Amelia smiled. Ah, it had been a while since she went to a tavern. She had, admittedly, been staying away from them. She didn't like the feeling of not being the one behind the counter, but she could go for a drink. Amelia looked up at the woman, tilting her head ever so slightly. Maybe this was why she had an immediate like for the lady, wanting to get them all some food and a round of drinks even if her own purse had just been stolen. "My names Amelia, I'm from Frost Gale. May I ask your name? I can guess it'd be as lovely as you are, my lass."
Amelia then heard the words coming from the man, or, Ser Sequoia. "Hmph" She had replied "If I was assuming you'd challenge me I'd let you take care of our madam." She chuckled, she obviously meant no ill-will, and was just feeling jovial now. "And, why would I ever fear you? Only experience I have with the richer ones are them coming to our tavern and then making complete gawkers come and... Gawk, I guess." She gave a shrug to the man, she had no hate nor love for him, just wasn't incredibly... Fond, of him. Not all that much.
"Anyway" She turned back to the woman "I assume the Brass Dragon is a tavern? Its been a while since I went to one, it'd be lovely to go. But you shouldn't pay, you just had your purse snatched right from you!" Amelia shook the womans had "And, its a pleasure to meet you, by the way" She turned to Ser Sequoia and did the same, with just as much strength and friendliness behind the shake. She may not be fond of this man, but she didn't know who he was. No reason to make a scene over it
She looked between the people "Now, what should we do for your purse?" Amelia suddenly frowned, realizing maybe she should have ran off after the thief. Too late now, she supposed.
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