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John did not spot anything of note as he wandered amonst the stalls, HE though he spotted a sword he could use at some point, but on second glance thought it would probally cost him too much. Usually any bladded weapons set with rubys that drips blood wasn't worth buying in case it came with a nasty catch to just use it.
Well then, lets have a look at armor. Should have something roughly my size at least...
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"No," Terri lies to Rick, a pang of guilt touching her mind. In truth, she was after something but wasn't sure her lover would approve.
"Just happy to take in the sights. Oh, I wonder if they have a hall of mirrors? I used to love those as a kid."
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"Hall of Mirrors it is then," He reached out with one hand, twining his fingers with hers as he scanned the bustling marketplace as best he could. He hardly wanted one or the other of them to get swept away in a crowd after all. A hall of mirrors would have to be in a tent, and a fairly large one at that. As soon as he saw a likely candidate he made his way towards it through the crowd, whisking Terri along with him while ignoring the nagging thoughts in the back of his mind. After all, who knew what might be shown to you at a Goblin Market's Hall of Mirrors?
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Asia smiles at the woman and gives her a slight shrug. "I ab not really sure. I ab looking for sobething suitable for a febale friend of bine. However, I ab not sure what it is she bight be interested in. Jewelry perhaps."
She tires not to think about the woman's odd nature and wonders if other people see her as strange. Her dark skin, hair, and eyes definitly speak of her Kith. The fact that she has delicate features and an athletic but slim frame speaks of her Seeming. She wonders how strange she must appear to a Beast or Ogre. She sets these thoughts aside for the moment and concentrates on business instead.
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Bert followed John and Sam to Hinkle's stall. He examined the fruit first and then turned his attention towards the tools and then the weapons. He looked back to Sam and was sure to keep him in their company, not wanting to be added to the population of Ogres who abandoned him. He wondered who exactly they were. "See anything you like Sam?" he asks as he perused to see exactly what hedgespun tools Hinkle was offering.
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Erica
The man gives a dashing smile. As he steps from the shadows, Erica can see he is wearing an eyepatch over his left eye, his clear eye a violet colour. “Well, that depends. All I would ask is a simple kiss at the end of the tour, if you would be so willing.” He is dressed in a violet and cerulean striped suit. While he waits, he bangs his bone pipe out on a wooden counter nearby to the disgust of the merchant who owns it.
Asia Merrin
Upon hearing that Asia has a speech impediment and understanding it is to do with her hearing, the merchant's fingers deftly weave into complex sign language, allowing Asia to communicate is silence if she prefers.
“Would you prefer to sign? If it makes the Lady more comfortable?”
Marcus Evan
The Ogre chef looks up and at first its difficult for Marcus to determine its gender. Finally, when it answers, it becomes a she even though she possesses a voice that sounds like it smokes 60 times a day.
“Beehive stew with google berries. Pull up a pew, its almost done,” she indicates to the Metalflesh.
Alice, Enzo & John Gears
Quite a large tent is settled along the main thoroughfare, striped the same red and gold that has become the scheme of Okey-Dokey's market. On the wooden board reads the following:
Punch & Judy's Tailoring
Specialists in Hedgespun Garments
Inside are a couple of very well dressed noble fae, both Wizened. The tent holds all manner of magnificent clothing being held up on racks and wooden mannequins. As they enter, the female heads over, a polite smile on her face.
“Good evening, gentlefolk, Mrs. Judy be my name. Please, take time to peruse. If you require any aid, do not hesitate and ask.”
Jonathan, Bert & Sam Skrit
Long Ear Hinkle shuffles over. His ears are very big and hang down by his side, tucked into his belt. Spotting Jonathan, he looks a little uneasy.
“What're ya doing back 'ere, Jonny-Boy? I thought you left us for pastures new?”
Rick & Terri
A marquee tent signifies the Hall of Mirrors. However, as they both approach, there is a warning sign outside the main entrance flap:
Know that your foibles may affront you. Damage the Mirrors and it will cost.
Terri reads it and looks to Rick. “What do you think that means?”
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Erica ponders this, an impish smile playing on her lips as she considers the good looking stranger. One kiss? Derek wouldn't mind -that- much, would he?
"One kiss then, the better the tour, the better the kiss, how's that?" She smiles wryly.
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Rick reads the sign carefully, though the message was too short to contain much trickery. The message hardly surprised him, he never thought that mirrors here would be normal. "It would seem, that the mirrors reflect more than just the light that strikes them. And that not everyone necessarily likes the additional imagery provided. Sometimes people are affronted by the harsh truths about themselves they hide from, sometimes they're uncomfortable learning things that they did not want to know." He gives her hand a brief, reassuring squeeze. "Do you still want to go inside?"
A short chuckle issued from Jonathan's mouth. "Why should I? You've always got something I need, Hinkle." he said, complimenting the tense goblin. An odor caught his nose, and his head followed it to the source, a shotgun carved out of some exotic wood and from which emancinated the odor. It was strong enough that Jonathan was almost queasy. "Eh, that seems to be interesting. What's that gun made of?"
Working out an item to purchase. I'll PM the mechanical details, ok?
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