"I'm from everywhere, traveling as the lady leads me, I think the butcher is that way" he points and begins to lead him there
Once lunch is served. and the music has stopped Fulito hads the boy all the coin made, keeping only 5 silver for himself.
You go lad, eat hearty, and let the music fill your memories. remember the name Fulito Ferrywarden, when I become famousyou can say I knew him!
after the boy heads off. Fulito rubbs his hands together.
Right, first lunch, where to start... Fulito scampers off to enjoy various foods from around the festival.
he eventually makes his way back to everyone else, hands full of every imaginable delecacy of the region.
Thish plashe ish great me mumbles, mouth full of food
"Many thanks."
He begins to follow, armour clinking and projecting reflection flares as the light strikes.
"So you are also a follower of the lady Desna here for her festival?"
"that would be correct sir,"
"Marvelous. The order of knights I hail from are of The Lady. We believe in a pilgrimage in trust of her, following where she takes us and helping those she has us find. Perhaps it is by her that we two travelers have crossed paths. May I ask your name? I am Flint Rustboro from the Holy Conquest Society."
"It could be, I am Cale Vatay,"
"Very good to meet you. And by your show of magic earlier, I take it that you have some skill in that area?"
"but of course, I am a powerful wizard" he boasts
"With all the magic you deem to dispense at will, you must be among the highest caliber."
He knew perfectly well that he had no reason to believe he /was/ either, but if he was he wanted to be on his good side, and if he wasn't, everyone's ego needs a thorough stroking now and again.
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Lunch is a huge affair, long benches lay on either side of the table, so that the entire town could sit and eat at once...
The nearby taverns and bakery, as well as the butcher and other townspeople have chipped in to bring a modest though large fare.
Eldon finds a seat near to the end of the table close to the butcher's shop, watching the elf and human make their way to assist the man.
He doesn't say anything, but the somber halfling does sit at the table and bow his head in prayer.
They arrive at what Cale indicates to be the Butcher's.
"Thank you for your direction. Perhaps we will meet again in the festival."
Satnding behind the Somber halfling is Fulito.. munching away with enough food to feed three fat orcs.
Hey there he says to him.
nice to meet another hobbit in these parts. are from Whistledown? thats where I am from, I am here while my mother in law visits back home
Fulito takes a seat next to him.
are you a priest? I'm sorry to interupt if you are and if you were praying.
reda silently sits near the halfling from earlier, late to the feast. She keeps her blade lowered under the table, and eats quietly.
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Eldon finishes his prayer - even after Fulito had greeted him, he still takes another few moments in silence with his head bowed before he raises it. "Hobbit?" he asks curiously... he had never heard halflings be called such. "No, I'm sorry that I'm not familiar with Whistledown. I have lived my whole life in and around Sandpoint. Is Whistledown inside Varisia?" Eldon inquires politely as he begins his modest meal with measured politeness, obviously in no hurry to stuff himself. "I am not a priest, no, but I am pious. Old Deadeye is a worthy deity, and he has rewarded my piety with divine blessings which I share as I am able. My name is Eldon Underbough." the halfling says simply.
"I trust you are enjoying the festival?" he asks after a moment and a bite.
"Perhapse we shall, well met"
"Indeed."
With that he enters the butcher shop and there is muffled talking from inside
A minute or two later he emerges on one side of a very large hunk of beef with the butcher on the other side. They work their way through the town and set the large meat hunk down on a table.
"Here we are."
The butcher thanks him for his help and he collects a modest plate and sits across the table from the halflings and the woman with the knife hand.
Fulito sets some of his food on the table and quickly inishes what is in his mouth.
wiping his hand on his pants then offering it to the fellow halfling, Eldon.
Fulito Ferrywarden, Bard...well you probably know the rest. I am definately enjoying the festival.
after a moment of thought he pulls out his map and shows it to Eldon.
never heard of Whistldown? well then you, good sir are missing some of the finest moon waffles this side of the inner sea. he spreads the map on the table which is definately not drawn to scale and north is indicated going in the wrong direction. some points are exaggerated while others that should be there just are missing.
anyway here is Whistledown, which....I think...is insiiiidddeeee....yeah Varisia. and over here.. indicating further toward the edge of this wacky map here is the river Kingdoms which is where I am originally from. say speaking of Moon waffles, I haven't seen any at the festival, wonder if they forgot, never been to a festival that didn't have them. I make the best ones ever, Lilly makes em' too but not as good as me. He adds with a bit of pride.
"They sound delightful. What makes them different from normal waffles?"
The man across, the table asks, making polite conversation.
His backpack is at his side, sword and shield on top of it.
Fulito looks across the table at the inquisitive man. that I cannot say, that would be a trade secret that is reserved to Hairfoot clans of the Riverkingdoms. I can say this they are "out of this world" and as sweet as the lady you hold close to your heart.
If time ever permits I will whip you up a batch or two. perhaps tomorrow if you plan on sticking around that long
Fulito takes a big bite of some smoked sausage.
Ohhh have we met? he finishes his food before offering his hand Fulito Ferrywarden, Bard of the River Kingdoms, and Chornicler of all that I see.
"I believe we have, brief as it was. Flint Rustboro, Holy Conquest Society."
He reaches across the table and shakes your hand with his brown leather gloved one.
"I'm not sure how long I plan to stay in town, should I feel the call that I am needed elsewhere, I might leave this very second. I rather hope that I don't, as I was hoping to view the production being put on tomorrow."
He doesn't stop with the soft smile and gentle demeanor he keeps about him, despite his armour and weaponry.
An elf adjacent to the paladian pipes up at the introduction, smiling "And a good sir, am Cale Vati, conjurer extroidanair"
"...."
reda just silently looks at them, then returns to her food.
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"I am simply called Eldon Underbough." The somber halfling says modestly, feeling little need to embellish his name as the others had. "Have all of you come to Sandpoint for the festivities? I had not though that our small town was such a draw. Magnimar is just down the road though, and I suppose they bring in all sorts." There is a touch of distaste about Eldon's tone when speaking of Magnimar.
Cale looks like he is about to respond when he suddenly starts giggling, soon there after a weasel pops his head out of his shirt "well I see you woke up,"
"I'm on something of a pilgrimage, following where the good lady leads me. I felt it right to stop by for one if her festivals. I do enjoy this town. Very friendly people."
He was going to continue when the elf starts laughing. Then hewas going to respond to /that/ when a weasel emerges from his shirt.
He opens his mouth then closes it again, puzzled.
"W-... Why do you have a ferret in your shirt?..."
"Many wizards like to keep them as pets."
reda mutters before going back to her food.
is about to answer when the half elf interrupts him, he frowns, and the weasel seems to frown with him "familiar, not pet, don't be rude"
"Uh... What? Is there something special about him?"
you could swear the animal is glaring at you until Cale pats it on the head, at which point he snorts and climbs up cale's arms and wraps himself around his neck "for one she"the weasel nods "is much more intelligent than a common animal, smarter than some people, and as such she deserves some measure of respect"
"Is that normal with a wizards Pet... Err... Familiar?"
the weasel glares again and Cale rolls his eyes "yes, well, no but if it helps, the short answer is, yes"
"I've got time for the long version. Is there any special reasons wizards keep such odd animals? Is it normal for a wizards pe-... familiar, to be more smart then an average animal? When a creature is sentient, can you even call it an animal? Or is it to be called a person?"
she's no arcane caster, but she isn't dumb either. Her questions are very genuine, and you can assume she didn't grow up with much magic around her.
both master and familiar blink twice in surprise, apparently having thought you rather stupid, "er, well the familiars act as companion and assistant to us and in addition the mindset of the members meld slightly, her more so than me, the animal in question becomes smarter, stronger, and may eventually gain additional abilities, like being resistant to magic, as one example, I on the other side find my reflexes sharper than normal, and I gain an extra set of eyes, and benefit from her nose, but more importantly you gain a truly loyal companion" he pets the animal affectionately before continuing "where was I oh yes, whether or not to call them animals, all of us are animals, elves, humans, halflings, all animals,"
"Then why do we have the phrase "person"? What does that describe?"
now that you're looking at her, she has an dark obsidian blade attached to her left arm under the table, covering her hand. There is a disk of obsidian on the side of it, in the position of a shield.
"well social convenctions I suppose, some languages don't actually have such a word, for example white dragons, the word commonly used for us isilago, which can be roughly translated to non dragon"
"Interesting."
she returns to silently eating her food, having nothing else to say.
"isn't it though?" he says with a smile
Fulito looks amazed at the friendliness of the critter.
can I hold him? Lilly used to say I had a way with animals. or did she say I was an animal? no matter I really like little fuzzy critters...Do the like nuts? I have some nuts...wait, did that sound wrong?
Fulito is obviously too short to reach up to pet the Weasel.
Fulito seems to be a distraction to the possible growing tensions.
"So, why a ferret, if I fully understand what just happened? Some of the members of our order are granted the service of a companion and steed. A lion, gifted of Lady Desna for reward of continued service and as a promise to continue the knight's good works. We also share the bond to each other. I suppose that is more of a spiritual bond than a magic driven one such as that."
He cuts off a piece of his beef and chews it awaiting responses.
"you'd have to ask her that,"
"you'd have to ask him that,"
"So, why a ferret, if I fully understand what just happened? Some of the members of our order are granted the service of a companion and steed. A lion, gifted of Lady Desna for reward of continued service and as a promise to continue the knight's good works. We also share the bond to each other. I suppose that is more of a spiritual bond than a magic driven one such as that."
He cuts off a piece of his beef and chews it awaiting responses.
"first off, she's a weasel, not a ferret and secondly, there were several reasons, first is one that I've already mentioned, by bonding my soul to her's, I react to danger faster, dodging out of the way of danger, secondly, they are one of the best for finding out about danger before you do, the others being the birds, which are rather popular with the mages back home, and well weasels are just softer and cuter, so I chose the weasel, and yes you have a basic understanding of the bond, though mine is closer, as there is no third party, bonded to the two of you but one bond simply to each other"
"you'd have to ask him that,"
"My apologies. I did not know weasels and ferrets were different. I guess you could say that another difference is that one is a dangerous and fanged creature to be feared... and the other is a lion..."
By his expression at the end, it's obviously supposed to be a joke.
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"Uh.... I don't... You...."
she drinks some wine.