Black Mage Trading Trip
Oh, look, more Black Mages. Six adult-sized ones this time. They're carefully manuvering a wheeled cart into the Nexus.
Piled on the cart are some assorted fruits and vegetables, baked goods, and a few of Mr. 128's paintings. And why not? This is a shorter trip than Condie Petie, after all, and that means they can bring more to trade than just a backpack full of Mr. 144's baking.
The hatchlings are there, darting around the wagon and generally happy to be on an outing with the bigger Mages.
It's a large Type C that speaks up. The only Type C in the group, actually. He's carrying a large staff.
"We've brought things to trade. If anyone is interested?"
Feeling there should be more of a question, and also hoping to draw more interest, Mr. 33 - a pear-shaped Type A - adds, "And what's your favorite vegetable?"
((The fruits, vegetables, and baked goods are all LOL-free, though the cakes/buns/etc have a very odd round shape to them since a pan wasn't used.))
Piled on the cart are some assorted fruits and vegetables, baked goods, and a few of Mr. 128's paintings. And why not? This is a shorter trip than Condie Petie, after all, and that means they can bring more to trade than just a backpack full of Mr. 144's baking.
The hatchlings are there, darting around the wagon and generally happy to be on an outing with the bigger Mages.
It's a large Type C that speaks up. The only Type C in the group, actually. He's carrying a large staff.
"We've brought things to trade. If anyone is interested?"
Feeling there should be more of a question, and also hoping to draw more interest, Mr. 33 - a pear-shaped Type A - adds, "And what's your favorite vegetable?"
((The fruits, vegetables, and baked goods are all LOL-free, though the cakes/buns/etc have a very odd round shape to them since a pan wasn't used.))