"Oh. Hi. Hope you don mind me lyin down for the night, its annoying to go walkingaround when you lost your pack of actually useful stuff." Nicote greeted, sitting up properly. "You wouldnt happen to know where the nearest city or town is would you?"

(Well, I make most things up as I go along, so I hadn't thought of what else would be on the job list. But I just made a Gold Worth Index after your task. I've decided to catogerise favours into three groups at the moment, and in which case your task was of the hardest category, yes)

Numbat's eyes bulge at the gold in your palm and he snatches it quickly. He then blinks, looking up at you with an embarrassed grin. "Ehh... thank you. Sorry, old habits die hard," he adds with a shrug.

At your question, the collection of creatures around you nod, settling down for a while. The wind blows softly over the hillside, bringing the scent of wildflowers from further down in the foothills to the south.

Numbat rises. "Well, there aren't too many hours left in the day!" he exclaims. "Shops will be closing soon."

You've had enough of a rest to get your breath back. However, after a day of hauling heavy water up and down hills, only sleep will cure your temporary negative trait, exhaustion.

You all head down to the village square where you first accepted the water carrying job. A couple of stores are now shut, but some remain open still.

The orc gapes incredulously for a minute at the situation he's been presented with, and then scowls. He starts patting the packs around him, rifling through them. "You better not stolen my stuff," he grunts, ignoring your question. "You regret it if you did!"

Satisfied he's not lost anything, his face unexpectedly collapses into an expression of deep grief. You're now left with a sobbing orc with his head in his hands, mumbling incoherently. Words like 'abandoned' and 'prisoners' make it through his calloused hands over his face.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=174#1732 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 12/24/2020 at 11:42 AM (Well, I make most things up as I go along, so I hadn't thought of what else would be on the job list. But I just made a Gold Worth Index after your task. I've decided to catogerise favours into three groups at the moment, and in which case your task was of the hardest category, yes) Numbat's eyes bulge at the gold in your palm and he snatches it quickly. He then blinks, looking up at you with an embarrassed grin. "Ehh... thank you. Sorry, old habits die hard," he adds with a shrug. At your question, the collection of creatures around you nod, settling down for a while. The wind blows softly over the hillside, bringing the scent of wildflowers from further down in the foothills to the south. Numbat rises. "Well, there aren't too many hours left in the day!" he exclaims. "Shops will be closing soon." You've had enough of a rest to get your breath back. However, after a day of hauling heavy water up and down hills, only sleep will cure your temporary negative trait, exhaustion. You all head down to the village square where you first accepted the water carrying job. A couple of stores are now shut, but some remain open still.

(Okay thank you)

"I understand," Asteria smiles warmly at Numbat, "Let's look for shops with coats and warm winter gear. If you happen to see a good bow with some decent arrows please let me know."
Numbat had helped her with the task and it was ovious to Asteria that he was not used to much kindness and she hoped to change that.

(An archer is not an archer without a bow.)

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=174#1733 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 12/24/2020 at 11:48 AM The orc gapes incredulously for a minute at the situation he's been presented with, and then scowls. He starts patting the packs around him, rifling through them. "You better not stolen my stuff," he grunts, ignoring your question. "You regret it if you did!" Satisfied he's not lost anything, his face unexpectedly collapses into an expression of deep grief. You're now left with a sobbing orc with his head in his hands, mumbling incoherently. Words like 'abandoned' and 'prisoners' make it through his calloused hands over his face.

Nicote blinks. "Uh, im not a theif last i checked? I like the law, well enough on maot occassions....uh are you okay? I just want directions to the closest mass-inhabitated area...."

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=173#1725 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 12/24/2020 at 8:14 AM The cheerful singing and decorations fill you with determination. (:P) Brazentalons nods with a chirrup as you head to the Grand Library. The streets are getting busy with last-minute shoppers, market stalls crowded by mobs of elves and the like bartering for goods and gifts. The word on the street is that it will snow sometime soon. The Grand Library stands out as soon as you enter the square afront it. Fountains gurgle and benches are filled with people, some chatting, others reading books in their laps. Trees line the main path up to the library, decorated with tinsel and baubles, candles glowing warmly from the frosty branches. The two of you climb up the carpeted front steps to the wide open doors. Two guards stand on either side, the one on the left holds up a hand as you near. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but familiars are disallowed from entering the Grand Library," he says apologetically. Brazentalons' feathers fluff up some more, this time not from the chilly air. He shoots an offended glance at you, tilting his head questioningly. You feel hungry

(woah, undertale)

Not wanting to make another trip to the aeries nor leave Brazentalons unattended I say, "...That's alright. Come on Brazentalons, let's get some extra food for the road." I turn back and went down the steps. I eat my apple to satiate my hunger before going back through the crowd. I go to a stall that's selling bread because bread is bread.

(No problem, and indeed)

Numbat looks relieved to have your understanding.

This far north, shops selling winter gear are not hard to find. There are two shops: one with clothing displayed in the window looking suitable for the mountains; the other with tools and equipment for trekking through the treacherous territories.

"There could be a bow in that equipment shop," Crimson suggests.

He sniffs loudly, wiping his tears from his face with one hand. "Don't know," he snaps. "Don't know where is here, don't know who are you, don't know nothing!"

He stands up suddenly, growling and stomping on the dying fire, smothering it. "Got abandoned by stupid clan for my morals. Looks like same as you."

A grin rapidly spreads across his face. "No thief, huh? Me neither, not anymore," he thumps his chest. "I don't want to be like others. I am orc with concience, now, and I not willing to steal people for gold anymore."

He doesn't elaborate on that, instead bending down to pick up his large packs.

You feel hungry

(Wondered if you'd get the reference)

The guards don't speak another word as you both leave.

"Honestly. It's not like every single griffin will suddenly be another Serratalon," Brazentalons rolls his eyes. He looks up at you. "Thank you for not leaving me."

There are plenty of bakers' stalls around. The first one you find has a tubby woman with a garish red and green apron selling wholesome loaves and pastries.

Noticing you looking, she shouts out her merchant slogan: "Get your fresh loaves here! Bread for your kitchen, your travels or for ducks! Whatever takes your fancy!"


You are no longer hungry