- Messages
- 29
- Race
- Human
- Profession
- Clown Ninja Spy Funny Boi
- Location
- At the Market!
- Character Sheet
Spring 124 13th day, evening
Have you ever worked for your bead?
Or stolen it?
Perhaps you baked it yourself?better yet? had it baked for you?
When does it taste best?The clown, the thief, the bread eater, Tul sat on a rooftop overlooking the market of Thokkmyrr a piece of bread in either hand, one bought, one stolen, both warm and fresh. Taking a bite from one and then the other he could not for the life of himself ascertain a difference in flavor between the two loaves.
Tul continued to observe the bustling market below, taking in the sights and sounds of the various vendors and their wares. The evening sun beat down on the thatched roofs, casting long shadows across the bustling market. He could smell the sweet scent of freshly baked bread, the tang of spices from exotic fruits and vegetables, and the earthy aroma of roasted meats, that and the less subtle smell of many casks and bottles of wine and mead having their corks popped, something Tul wasn't entirely disinterested in either.
From his hidden vantage point in the eaves of a tavern he'd watched the market many times, there were several characters that worked within it and frequented it that he liked to watch, from the lovely widowed food stall lady, to the surly and shrewd old tinkerer, and the couple of pickpockets who thought themselves completely unknown… then there were the guards and witches both he avoided with as much fervor as the aforementioned pickpockets.
Catching his eye, a tent with a color of fabric he'd not seen in the market before, Purple with what looked like silver woven into the way it shimmered when the wind too it. With in sat an elderly woman who was selling various herbs and potions. He watched as she interacted with her customers, dispensing advice as readily as her wares. Her eyes sparkled as she talked, and to look as aged as she was, as an elf he wondered how old she truly was. He would have to peruse her wares at some point, he didn't like not knowing what was going on in the market.
With the sun finally setting the Clown slinked from his hiding place weaving into the crowds of day workers leaving and night workers coming. The best time of the evening to pick pockets, catch eyes, and get away with it too. One good shove could send any number of people into the swamp, and well in that chaos, it's hard to catch anyone. It helped that most guards didn't like getting their armor filthy, classy lot that they were. The traffic of course did not bother Tul in the slightest. Who was a regular within the market, most people simple knew him as "that clown, that odd boy, that funny lad, etc the guards of course had less flattering names for him. most people didn't know his name, but knew they'd known it at some point or another, but it had been this way for long enough most people did not question it.
Out of the corner of his eye Tul watched one of the pickpockets get brazen. A guard was talking to a pretty lady at a food stall, a prettier than usual lady even, who, was flirting back, it was in all honesty a perfect moment to strike at the mans coin purse, still sitting on the bar, completely forgotten and replaced by the eyeful of cleavage the law man was enjoying. Thus the purse was snatched, but, just because one can do something. Does not mean they should, Tul didn't mind the pickpockets, but he did mind guards spending too much time in the market, or having good reasons to step up the security within the market. With a silent agility Tul leaped from light post to fence pole to light post before landing with a silent thud right in front of the pick pocket, and expectant hand held out, and his head tilted to the slightest angle, he fixed a hollow pained expression upon his face, his crest making his visage more muted and gaunt.
The thief froze, staring into Tu's unblinking eyes for what felt like an eternity but couldn't have been more than three seconds, and without words, understanding was achieved. The thief handed the coin purse over. Tul took the purse with one hand, while gripping the man's other hand vigorously and excessively more color returning to his visage with each shake as a bright smile immediately returned to his countenance. Then spinning on his heel the clown vaulted back up a light post turned once more to the thief waggling his pointer finger at him before turning away.
Quickly returning to the guard who was still absorbed in the woman before him. Flipping onto scene Tul Bowed to the crowd of people trying to eat and drink at the stall. The guard right before him finally having his attention torn from the vixen, locking eyes with Tul, the clown smiled at the gimmer of both recognition and annoyance he saw in the guards eyes. He knew he was about to be the subject of the jesters antics, and he was right!
Rising from his Bow Tul snatched the helmet from the guards head. Ducked the first swipe the man made for him before rolling to the side and popping up a few feet away, the guards helmet now on his head. People were laughing and the guard was growing red in the face as he saw his would be date suppress a giggle behind her hand.
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