She balls her fists, tensing visibly. However, it's not lost on her that for now it's the hobs that hold the knife. She decides to smile and be pretty, humoring them.
"Thank you, godspeed then", she says, clenching her jaw.
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She balls her fists, tensing visibly. However, it's not lost on her that for now it's the hobs that hold the knife. She decides to smile and be pretty, humoring them.
"Thank you, godspeed then", she says, clenching her jaw.
Anatole shrugs.
"Well I guess we might have an accord."
He raised his free hand to his lips and began to tug off his glove with his teeth. Using his free hand again, he tucked the glove in his belt.
And stopped abruptly, eyes narrowing dangerously when he spies the hob "Wacker" moving out of the cart.
"Hey. Hold yer position. I'm striking a deal with your leader right here. Not with you."
Let me know if / when you want some Pledge mechanics Saber Sloth
Her eyes catch the movements of the Hobs, and her feral instincts keep her on her toes. This all sounded like it was working out, that there would be some sort of deal for directions in exchange for ethereal rewards from the Winter and the Autumn.
Just in case things went sideways, however, Sonnie moved over next to Titania. She said nothing, merely holding her extended staff before her, prepared to defend her fellow Spring Courtier.
The Spokeshob puff up, pride liming his features, "Yes, I am very knowledgeable. For the Spider Bazaar, I man a booth, during the Scorcher months. Harvest's now, Ice-boy. From Equinox to Solstice. Thought you lot were good on that know-how, but I guess not. Good thing ya ran into me!"
To Anatole, "Yes! I guess we do! Haha!"
The hobs in motion, stop. Look to each other, then to the Spokeshob, who glowers at them. Legs and Wacker, slink back to the cart. Spokehob returns to the deal, and speaks. Eyes, focused on the Autumn and the Winter. "A measure of Fearful Glamour and a measure of Sorrowful Glamour for the location of the Spider Bazaar during Harvest." once more all grins and puffed pride.
Task Lesser Endeavor -1
Boon Medial Glamour +2
Sanction Medial Poisoning of Boons -2
Duration Lessor, Day +1
2 successes
“Oh I’m relatively new I’m afraid, I really was lucky to run into you. A booth!? That’s a high honor, especially to such a prestigious Market. Now I’m curious as to what you deal in and where your booth is so we can stop by.” A bright smile on his face as he sold the persona he’d adopted, not relaxing though just because he was dealing fairly didn’t mean his compatriots had the same idea or that they wouldn’t fulfill their end and decide they were more valuable taken anyway. Paranoia, paranoia. Yes everyone is coming to get me.
He looked to Anatole, trusting the autumn to know more about the art of the pledge then he if he wanted to alter or change or saw something fishy with it that would be James’ cue. If he accepted it then so would James.
I'll spend the WP and glamour in my next post if Anatole accepts the bargain if that's kosher?
The monkey puts herself between the danger and herself, providing yet another meatshield. She knows about pledges, she's just not too sure about the wisdom of entering an agreement with creatures as fleeting as the hobs.
But she doesn't voice her reservations. Rather, she looks and registers what's happening.
Anatole shifts his head slightly; his eyes, cat-like, clock Sonnie Wu as she moves to cover Titania ; they snap back to James Turner as he talks up the hob.
He smiles at the hob; his moustaches lift giving him a further cat-like air as he grins at the capering hob.
"Yes. Yes we do. As you say, a measure of Fearful Glamour and a measure of Sorrowful Glamour for the location of the Spider Bazaar during harvest. I'll take this Pledge."
He moved forward with a certain poised formality and extended his hand, ready to transact mystical business with the hedge denizen.
Anatole will expend the necessary WP to solidify the Pledge. Lets get this done
I wonder why they're not interested in Desire Glamour?
Maybe they don't like the taste of it?
Emo hobs...
It was just as well. Sonnie didn't care to leash herself into pledges if she didn't have to. If only James and Anatole got the job done, so much the better. She was impatient to get moving again, anyway.
Still pridefully puffed, the Spokeshob, agrees, hand out, and grinning. Once they shake on it, and the Wyrd carries out the exchange. He laughs, "The Great Spider Bazaar works in alternates. For the Harvest, the Bazaar settles East. Under the Man-Hat-In Bridge."
He settles back, wiping his hand on his shirt, his bulbous eyes swiveling between the Lost, ready for their reactions.
The Spokeshob also spends 1 WP.
James needs to spend the WP and Glamour, and Anatole needs to spend the Glamour.
He sighed and shared a look with everyone else. Yea, this is pretty much what he had expected coming from hobs. A deal was a deal though and you didn't want to be known to go back on a pledge so he shook on it. "Awww so we can't stop by your booth until it comes back in Spring then? That's such a shame unless you're selling out of another market in the harvest season?" At least he could try and salvage something out of this, get additional information about another market maybe or see what else they could glean.