Waysoftheearth's Hinterlands PBP
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Olaf frowns slightly at the sight of the Snorks, he just can't get over how they are treated here in what should be a *human* town.waysoftheearth wrote:Ulric and Olaf; Flea Street
Ulric and Olaf make a sharp right from the market and begin to work their way along Flea street, a muddy, cobbled way where a busy hive of artisans and merchants do their trade. Most of the folk on the narrow street are Men, but Olaf spots a well dressed Snork merchant or two in the crowd.
"A cluttered store, a cluttered mind." Olaf says to Ulric.After passing barely a dozen narrow establishments, the pair come across The Erstwhile Emporium, which is apparently an antiques bizarre that carries an unusual assortment of oddities; Without even entering the cramped premises Ulric spots an elaborate glass smoking pikes, mismatched pieces of armour, carved boxes and chests, folding ladders, furniture, tapestries, spears and axes, and hanging lanterns. It's all there, piled upon shelves, jumbled over bench tops, and hanging from the ceiling. Olaf wonders how customers are supposed to enter the place without knocking piles of stuff over!
There is a beefy looking security man to be seen snickering to himself as he apparently reads from a scroll in the shadows at the rear of the cramped store. The proprietor is nowhere to be seen...
Olaf enters behind Ulric, but leaving some room between them just in case he needs to maneuver.danhem wrote:As Ulric enters the shop he clears his throat loudly.
"Ughugh!"
He waits a moment to see if the giggling man responds or if someone pops out of the clutter of shelves, then continues.
"Where might I find the proprietor of this find establishment?" he asks no one in particular.
"Good day to you, sir," Ulric says with a smile. "I am Ulric. My friend and I are looking for someone with knowledge of strange and unusual artifacts. We saw your shop from the street and thought you might be just the person we need."waysoftheearth wrote:"I am Jurgen, the proprietor of this establishment," he says with a rather stand-offish wheeze. "And you are?"
"Well now master Ulric," wheezes Jurgen as his eyes narrow suspiciously, "Let's see these 'artifacts' shall we, and we'll soon know what we're about." With a sweep of his thick arm he clears a smallish space amid the clutter on the bench before him making room for Ulric and Olaf to present their goods.danhem wrote:"Good day to you, sir," Ulric says with a smile. "I am Ulric. My friend and I are looking for someone with knowledge of strange and unusual artifacts. We saw your shop from the street and thought you might be just the person we need."
"Well now, master Ulric," wheezes Jurgen, suddenly and completely focussed on the two objects set before him, "What have we here, indeed?"(/color)danhem wrote:Not wishing to show his full hand too soon, Ulric sets down his pack and retrieves the silver goblet and the heavy belt and sets them on the bench.