Leif conversation: I'll be asking about the local sea life, fishing prospects and any known beasts, monsters or pirates in the waters here. Then I'll take them up on the offer of gold for work.
Tine laughed, a warm, melodic sound that blended right in with the chatter of the crowd. The townsfolk’s sudden friendliness was a welcome change from their wary glances earlier, and she found herself utterly caught up in the stories. Her eyes wide, smile bright, hanging on every word. “Flame incarnate, twin warriors, singers who made the ocean stop?” she echoed in awe. “If half of that’s true, then this troupe isn’t just a carnival; they’re a legend that decided to wander.” She jotted quick mental notes, already thinking how the tales might twist into verses later. The tension that had followed her since yesterday seemed to melt in the laughter and the rhythm of the villagers’ voices, until the last story trailed off and quiet crept in. Her gaze flicked back toward where the doomsayer had collapsed…and her heart dropped. The cobblestone square was empty. No sleeping figure, no dragging footprints, just the faint shimmer of heat rising from the stones.
“Storm and stars…” she murmured, half to herself, eyes scanning the edges of the street. “He was right there. He couldn’t have just vanished.” Before she could look further, Orrin’s stomach gave a sound like distant thunder, and she jumped slightly, startled back into the present. Turning toward him, she couldn’t help but grin. “Alright, alright, big heart, we’ll find you something to eat before you start gnawing on your bag.” Her tone softened into amusement. “But after breakfast, we need to ask around about our vanished prophet. Folk say the troupe’s done the impossible before, maybe they’ve taken to collecting mysteries too.” As Aspen joined the back-and-forth, Tine just shook her head with a smirk. “If you two are done debating stomachs and pride, let’s see what the carnival’s serving. I’m starving too, and I’m not missing a chance to hear these legends in song before the day’s done.” Still, as she followed the scent of roasting bread and spice through the crowd, she glanced once more at the empty square, a flicker of unease curling beneath her excitement.
“Ha! You couldn’t even stomach the brew, so I’ll still count myself ahead. Now, food!”
“I didn’t have any because I’m technically not allowed to drink because I’m not 100 yet! I’ll have you know I can handle my booze perfectly, thank you very much Mr. Barfy.”
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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Middle Grade Author
“Sure big guy, act like ya can hold your booze.”
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
“Ha! You couldn’t even stomach the brew, so I’ll still count myself ahead. Now, food!”
Middle Grade Author
Leif conversation: I'll be asking about the local sea life, fishing prospects and any known beasts, monsters or pirates in the waters here. Then I'll take them up on the offer of gold for work.
Cats go Moo!
Tine laughed, a warm, melodic sound that blended right in with the chatter of the crowd. The townsfolk’s sudden friendliness was a welcome change from their wary glances earlier, and she found herself utterly caught up in the stories. Her eyes wide, smile bright, hanging on every word. “Flame incarnate, twin warriors, singers who made the ocean stop?” she echoed in awe. “If half of that’s true, then this troupe isn’t just a carnival; they’re a legend that decided to wander.” She jotted quick mental notes, already thinking how the tales might twist into verses later. The tension that had followed her since yesterday seemed to melt in the laughter and the rhythm of the villagers’ voices, until the last story trailed off and quiet crept in. Her gaze flicked back toward where the doomsayer had collapsed…and her heart dropped. The cobblestone square was empty. No sleeping figure, no dragging footprints, just the faint shimmer of heat rising from the stones.
“Storm and stars…” she murmured, half to herself, eyes scanning the edges of the street. “He was right there. He couldn’t have just vanished.” Before she could look further, Orrin’s stomach gave a sound like distant thunder, and she jumped slightly, startled back into the present. Turning toward him, she couldn’t help but grin. “Alright, alright, big heart, we’ll find you something to eat before you start gnawing on your bag.” Her tone softened into amusement. “But after breakfast, we need to ask around about our vanished prophet. Folk say the troupe’s done the impossible before, maybe they’ve taken to collecting mysteries too.” As Aspen joined the back-and-forth, Tine just shook her head with a smirk. “If you two are done debating stomachs and pride, let’s see what the carnival’s serving. I’m starving too, and I’m not missing a chance to hear these legends in song before the day’s done.” Still, as she followed the scent of roasting bread and spice through the crowd, she glanced once more at the empty square, a flicker of unease curling beneath her excitement.
“I didn’t have any because I’m technically not allowed to drink because I’m not 100 yet! I’ll have you know I can handle my booze perfectly, thank you very much Mr. Barfy.”
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)