A large caravan out of nowhere drives into the place and crashes into a wall as two kobolds stumble out of the wreckage. One with a Plague Doctors mask and the other wearing a black cloak. The masked one looks at the cloaked one pissed off "Dammit Trekka. This is why I dont let you drive!"
The one with a cloak looks annoyed. as he tries to salvage their stuff "Well EXCUSE me if I wanted us to take a detour! Your too salty Skrag."
Skrag is in disbelief. "You crashed into a wall at some sort of festival and destroyed probably most of our supplies! Salty is an understatement!"
*izelia watched as the two strangers clamored around the destruction they caused, a crowd beginning to form around them. Lots of angry vendors and customers glared and scolded them. She began debating if she should take advantage of the chaos to replenish but thought better of it when she saw the amount of damage the cart had done* sooo… Im assuming the festival is ending soon with all the broken stuff huh? Is there anyway to find out if there’s more festivals being planned?
The kobold that goes by Skrag lifts the one that goes by Trekka onto his back and throws a potion that makes them invisible to walk away from the crowd leaving a lot of damage behind.
“What sort of trip would take you here, I wonder,” he mused with a smirk. “Though I’m not overly cruel. Take this, and purchase a couple baozi—they make for better rations.”
Reaching into his pocket, he took out a couple pieces of silver, and tossed it at her. Whether she was able to catch it was up to her luck.
“Izelia? A curious name. Ah, but as for the festival—perhaps a day, perhaps a week. Time is fluid here,” he explained.
The wreck caught the man’s attention, however all he did was look in the direction. It was an accident, albeit a somewhat disastrous one. If there was no fighting, there was no need to get involved. The vendors could handle themselves.
Though he sighed and shook his head, “How inauspicious. Ah well—I suppose not everyone makes it here in one piece.”
Squinting, he was able to see a faint outline of the pair who fled from the wreckage, which was honestly quite smart of them. Sticking around to take responsibility in Ghost City often led to unfavorable outcomes.
Reaching into his pocket, he took out a couple pieces of silver, and tossed it at her. Whether she was able to catch it was up to her luck.
“Izelia? A curious name. Ah, but as for the festival—perhaps a day, perhaps a week. Time is fluid here,” he explained.
The wreck caught the man’s attention, however all he did was look in the direction. It was an accident, albeit a somewhat disastrous one. If there was no fighting, there was no need to get involved. The vendors could handle themselves.
Though he sighed and shook his head, “How inauspicious. Ah well—I suppose not everyone makes it here in one piece.”
Squinting, he was able to see a faint outline of the pair who fled from the wreckage, which was honestly quite smart of them. Sticking around to take responsibility in Ghost City often led to unfavorable outcomes.
*the silver thunks izelia as she’s not paying attention due to her watching the flames erupting in the mass of chaos* ouch! *she rubs her head with a frown and furrows her brows at Hua* that hurt, but un… should we investigate orrr…. *she stands in her tip toes to get a better view* we definitely should check it out! *she goes to grab his hand in her excitement*
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