Female Half-Elf Fighter 1
A strikingly red-haired young woman stands alone along the outer edge of the crowd, taking in the scene with keen eyes. Lialda has a worn look to her; the look of a traveler who just blew into town. Her armor shares the worn look of her body, and they both look like they are in desperate need of a bath. In contrast, a polished long, curved blade rests over her shoulder, gleaming as if it were brand new. One can tell, though, that it has know battle, blood, and sorrow. It catches the light of the sun in such a way as if to pierce the soul, just like her eyes. After the opening speeches, Lialda makes one last scan of the scene and proceeds to drift along the edge of crowd towards the food tent with the curry-spiced salmon. Skipping over any introductions or other nicities, she requests a whole salmon from the hostess and promptly digs in, as if she hadn't eaten a real meal in days, which would not surprise anyone there.
Female Half-Elf Fighter 1
I stroll around the festival, browsing the wares, eating the free food (hey, when you're poor, you take what you can get), and occasionally stopping by to watch some of the games and events. Eventually I come to Ameiko's stand. Hey, it's Ameiko, right? You seem to be in the know about this town. What's its deal? What is this festival about, and what happened to the old Cathedral? |