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Post by Scorch on Sept 5, 2013 0:35:39 GMT
Morning brings a strange visitor to the main square of the fallen holds. He's a tall gentleman with a fetching hat and a moist complexion that currently has the company of one of the enforcer, strolling happily through the square. He politely doffs his hat to a passing lady with one of the tentacles making up his face, trilling a delighted greeting. The enforcer at his side is quite talkative, pointing out noteworthy faces in the crowd and landmarks to the squidfaced man. The blue dragon belonging to the enforcer is running crowd control, ensuring that no one comes too close to the bizarre tourist and his bodyguard.
What is this strange creature? Have the enforcers decided to dress a Neath Beast like a man? Judging from the black collar on the throat of the crimson firelizard perched on the shoulder of the squidman, he's a guest of the Bazaar. It's best to mind your manners and gawk from the sidelines. Or maybe you can get close enough to speak to the tourist? He certainly seems friendly with all the waving and trilling.
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Post by tuathade on Sept 6, 2013 0:40:14 GMT
It was Descanth who first alerted M’ska to the fact that something was odd. She was simply on her morning rounds, delivering messages from the sturdy satchel slung across her neck and shoulders, when she spotted the blue dragon and the curious crowd.
M’ska? There is a visitor here.
M’ska, currently engrossed in the process of etching handsome designs into a small glass designed to hold small quantities of strong liquor, hardly looked up. Well then, let the Masters see to him. It isn’t our business, is it?
I think you will want to see him, M’ska. He is… well, rubbery. He appears to have a squid for a face.
…What.
Well, that was enough to set M’ska running. He dropped the glass (gently! Very gently dropped! Well, set down carefully nestled in a cloth-lined box. Not really dropped) and grabbed his jacket and bolted out the door, shrugging the jacket on as he went. Igen winter was always odd, and it was better to have a coat on just in case. By the time he reached the main square there were already quite a few people there gawking, and the… odd gentleman… was trilling and waving in a very friendly manner to the crowd.
Well, there wasn’t anything to do but wave back. Which M’ska did, quite happily. “Good morning, sir!” he called cheerily. “Welcome to Igen!” Could squid-faced gentlemen understand the Pernese language? He had no idea, but hopefully the tone of voice would come across, at least.
At the same time, Descanth addressed the Enforcer’s blue curiously. A guest of the Bazaar? Is this the Masters’ doing, then?
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