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Post by Niitari on May 17, 2015 0:43:18 GMT -6
Riften Marketplace is in the central area of Riften. There are a number of small stalls set up that sell items during the day. |
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Post by Niitari on May 17, 2015 1:18:33 GMT -6
It was a warm day in Riften, and as such, the marketplace was crowded with the usual stalls as well as some that had been set up by travelers stopping in for a quick sell. Among all the different wares and goods being tossed around, there was one stall that specifically sold cheese. It was this stall that a particular, armored Orc girl was heading towards. She weaved through the crowd, occasionally pushed and shoved, until she finally got to the spot she wanted to be at.
"Are you Grundorf?" she asked the man at the stall: a surly Breton with a big, bushy beard.
"Yes. Why? Who's asking?"
"Ragashor gra-Skargot. I'm here about your job."
The man scoffed. "Yah, right. Listen, kid, I'll come give you a call when I'm actually in the need for little girls playing soldier. Okay? Run along and mind your own business."
Yet another sorely ageist and possibly sexist moron underestimating and belittling her. Boy, wasn't life full of surprises? Not.
"I'll bet that if I was a few pounds heavier and possessed gonads, you would actually consider hiring me," she said in a rather deadbeat, flat tone.
He glared. Which was all the answer she needed. "Why don't you just give me a try, huh?" she continued. "If I fail, big whoop. No one else is flooding over here to pander at your whimsy. I might be a girl, but I can work."
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Post by Dawny on May 17, 2015 23:00:50 GMT -6
The rest of Riften might have been enjoying the sunlight, but one boy wasn't. He pulled a hood forward over his head to shade his eyes from the bright light giving him a headache. He didn't need to shove through the crowed to get where he was headed. With his face in the shade of his hood, most people couldn't tell how young he was, and he was tall enough to come off as intimidating enough, or perhaps just weird enough for wearing such heavy clothes in the warm of the sun that people stepped out of his way. He found his way to the particular stall selling cheese and asked tiredly, "Where is Grundorf?"
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Post by Niitari on May 18, 2015 17:28:59 GMT -6
Guess he's popular today, Ragashor thought to herself. If it had been a voiced thought, she would have grumbled and growled it. The voice had been young and male: two rather attractive qualities in prospective adventurers. No one really wanted little girls along anyway. She turned around to look at the newcomer, her bright blue eyes narrowed and frosty like ice freshly shaven off the shores of the Ghost Sea.
But when she turned around, she saw another boy roughly her age. He was lean and not that tall. If no one knew better, they would say that the two of them were the same age, what with her height and everything. She turned around and looked at the owner of the stall, who was looking more pleased at this prospective adventurer with a more gracious light than he offered her. She bit her lip. "Before you think of taking him or anyone else into your service, please give me a chance." She had to swallow her pride for that one.
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Post by Dawny on May 29, 2015 17:12:24 GMT -6
Balthazar noticed the orc girl standing at the stall for the first time when she spoke. He glanced over at her and sighed. He was too tired for these complications, and there she was looking like she was going to go start making speeches. From the looks of her, she was young and eager to prove herself. She didn't pick a particular glamorous mission for that,he though and looked back to the stand's owner. "I'm here about the job," he said, just to make sure that was clear. "But if you'd really rather give it to your small friend..." he trained off and glanced at the girl skeptically.
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Post by Niitari on May 31, 2015 12:16:41 GMT -6
The stall owner just whipped out a scroll from behind the stand and handed it to Balthazar. "There. There's your job. Now if you'll excuse me, I really need to take care of my customers."
Ragashor shot the man a glare for totally ignoring her again, but this new guy seemed rather decent enough. Maybe he'd share the job with her. She wasn't even really sure what it was, but it was probably nothing all that special, seeing as a cheese stand owner was handing it out. She moved towards Balthazar while some customers came up to haggle with the stand owner. "Hey, you gonna let me see that?" she asked, looking at the scroll, then back up at him.
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