*is in the manor, using a brush-broom to scrub what appears to be baking soda into the carpet. It was washed and dried earlier, and the baking soda is an attempt being to help absorb the smell from the rotted troll dragon. She'd done this once before, when the incident occurred, but since people had still been complaining about the scent, she's ( Read more... )

*in the tavern, but drinking tea today. She may not have been up early fishing like she usually is either. But is she hungover? No. Certainly not she. Never ever!

She is shuffling a pack of cards. Quietly.Anybody up fer a friendly game? Not fer money, just fer practice and tradin' tales (sorry to disappoint you hardcore gamblers out there ( Read more... )

Looks like the attacks outside the walls have died down a bit, and I got a load o' saltfish I'd like to take somewhere an' sell. I was thinkin' of goin' to Iksay and maybe Nor if I had time ( Read more... )

*sitting in the tavern by herself, at a time possibly too early to start drinking, with a glass of... something in one hand, and a cupcake purchased from the bakery.*

HAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPY BIIIIIIRTHDAY TOOOOOO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

*takes large swallow of liquor, and regards her cupcake sullenly*

*a small cargo boat sails into Budehuc, one of the usual ones that occasionally brings supplies to the castle ( Read more... )

*a messenger rides in to the front gate, somewhat exhausted--he had to hide from monsters for awhile before he could complete his journey--and puts a message into the hands of Cecile, Thomas, or whoever the heck seems to be in charge and there at the time.

The message reads:*

( And just what does the message say? )

*is standing on the shore, swinging around her trident and occasionally lunging at a poor, innocent wooden post, on its way to becoming splintered ( Read more... )

*Sits in the tavern, a goblet half-filled with red wine at one side, a fountain pen in hand, staring very intently at a piece of paper. There are very few words written on it. She has held the pen to the paper so long it has started to form a large inky circle around the nib, so she curses and puts the pen down and takes a swig from the goblet ( Read more... )

*In mid-morning, after everyone's had their breakfast and the festival starts to fill; stands on a festival table, with a makeshift paper megaphone in her handsGood mornin' festival goers! I am PLEASED to announce that the greatest ever test of strength, skill, patience, and intuition is about to begin.... yes, it's Spring Festival Fishing Contest ( Read more... )

Whoops! Make way! Comin' through!

*Subala comes through the gates carrying a massive load of obviously recently-cut bamboo cane and other long green sticks. She's tied them up with a clever network of knots to keep them bundled together, but she's taken on slightly more than she should probably be trying to carry--if not for the weight, then the ( Read more... )