Another Chance Encounter
================================== Bree Time ==================================
Real time: Wed Oct 12 21:23:24 2005
Bree time: Midday <12:10> on Highday of Spring - May 19,1436
Moon Phase: First Quarter Moon
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The scene, already in progress: [Osmbise(#15760)] An aged hobbit and an aging merchantwoman chat earnestly over her table as a variety of customers, merchants, and passers-through stream through the intersection -- the usual Bree busyness on this early overcast morning.
Bree Market - South
This section of Bree is known locally as Market South. There are shops lining both sides of the road, selling a variety of wares and services. Here, at the southern end of Bree's Market two roads meet, one from the east and one from the north. The market is rather noisy and filled with activity, as people buy, sell, trade or simply browse the goods available here. Along with the items for sale, different aromas from the foods being sold blend together to add another dimension to the market.
Osmbise
Aleswyn
Pierce
Ruine
[Osmbise(#15760)]
The halfling resumes his soap cake examination for a moment, nodding pleasantly. "Yes, of course, I see..."
Realization hits. His hand grips a pale green soap bar tightly as he echoes her words stumblingly. "Wha... You stabbed... *yourself*?" His wide eyes blink in confusion before he adds, "On purpose?"
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
"Nay, of course not!" Aleswyn exclaims loudly. "Why would a person stab herself on purpose? I was standing outside the Prancing Pony one night last week and the blacksmith, Mr. Rushlight, came out looking ill. That's why I stabbed myself." She says, as if that is a perfectly reasonable answer.
[Osmbise(#15760)]
"I'm afraid," Osmbise answers, his smirk slowly returning, "I don't understand." He gently places the soap back in its place.
[Pierce(#32225)]
Through the streams of people wandering the area, Pierce emerges carrying a small list that he is intently studying. The intensity is such that he bumps into an eldly woman who gives him what for. The man gruffly apologizes and goes back to his list, this time this steps taking him towards Aleswyn's table. "Let's see, soap, fresh linen. . . "
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
Pierce approaches her table, and this would be their first encounter since her stabbing. Aleswyn stands quickly, though carefully, and looks in his direction with a rather nervous expression on her face. "Mister Rushlight," she begins, and though it is obvious she means to say more, it is also quite obvious she hasn't managed to figure out what it was that she meant to say.
[Osmbise(#15760)]
The hobbit's gaze bounces awkwardly between the two Big Folk. "Hmm," he says almost to himself, "I am not sure this is..." his voice trails off. Then, abruptly, he fishes a few copper coins out of an unseen bag beneath his cloak. He places these purposefully on the table, then snatches up the greenish soap cake he had handled earlier. "If that's a fair amount, miss, I'll be off. Don't want to be..." he looks up at Pierce quickly, and finishes: "in the way!"
[Pierce(#32225)]
The familiar voice stops Pierce dead in his tracks. His face looses it's colour as he eyes rise from the paper to the speaker. He tenses, almost as if to take a step back, but instead with forced words says, "Ms. Aleswyn, Yer doin' better." His head slides a bit to the side to try and see her foot.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
With barely a glance at the change on her table, Aleswyn nods, "Aye, Master halfling, that is sufficient." Her gaze remains on the human. For once, her gaze doesn't even linger up and down the market. Could this have been the person she was seeking? "Aye, Mister Rushlight. I am doing better now. I errr ... I errr wanted to apologize to you about the misunderstanding. I made certain to tell Daniel immediately that you were not to blame."
[Osmbise(#15760)]
Visibly grateful for the dismissal, Osmbise slips between Rushlight and the table, clutching his newly-bought soap. The halfling's grey hair disappears into the Market crowd.
[Pierce(#32225)]
The blacksmith's gaze is not wholy convinced. He shakes his head slightly. "Some'n those words were soundin' a bit like you blamed me. Mind you I was just . . ." He stops and sets the list down. "Eh. It doesn't matter. The Chief and me worked it out," he shrugs, "least enough I'm out and back at the healing house. No small stir that caused the othernight. An' some are still afraid of me." He quietly snorts. "But pain makes you do strange things. I know that for certain."
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
Eager to jump at the excuse offered her, Aleswyn nods her head, "Aye, it does. It really does, you know. But," she continues, then looks up and down the marketplace again. Obviously, Pierce had not been the person she was initially trying to find. She slips a hand inside the pouch hanging from her side, and pulls something out, which she then offers to Pierce. "Mr. Rushlight, I wanted to offer this to you as a means of apology for ... well, for everything, really. And if you would like. Well, if you would like, I would be happy to let it be known by others in the Breelands that they've no reason to fear the blacksmith Mr. Pierce Rushlight."
Aleswyn +gives you a Silver Dime.
[Pierce(#32225)]
The Blacksmith takes the coins and looks at the lot in his hand. His eyes bounce from the coinage to the woman and back to the coins. "That's an awful lot ta say you're sorry with." He weighs the coins in his hands, and looks carefully at the woman. Doubt rests on his brow, "An' how're you gonna set my name straight in this place? It's been too tarnished an' now this last is almost as bad as the first."
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
The merchant still watches the market place, her gaze moving up and down the rows. Her breath catches at one point, then she sighs and glances back at Pierce, still slightly distracted. "You let me figure out how I will set your name straight, Mr. Rushlight. Of course, I had nothing to do with the previous bruises done to your name, but I have a daughter about your age. That means I have been around many years." She doesn't explain this last, somewhat cryptic response."
[Pierce(#32225)]
Pierce hand closes around the coins and stuffs them into his pocket. His face echos the confusion in his words. "Well, alright then. I guess. Would be nice to walk into the Pony and not be waitin' for the words to start churning and the looks to come your way." He shakes his head, "Or worse, a blade answers instead of a look." He snarls and a few fresh scars turn a deep shade of crimson. Just as he utters the words, a child walking with his mother points at Pierce. "Look mommie, isn't that the . ." the words are hushed and the child is pulled away quickly with concerned looks from his mother. His jaw trembles a bit at the edge and he looks back at Aleswyn, "I don't know how ya can undo that. Now if you'll excuse me." He turns to walk away. "Oh and thank you" He adds, before he sulks off, melting into the crowd.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
In her stand near the Sewing Shoppe, Aleswyn rests on a couple stacked crates and has her left foot propped up on another crate. A neat display of soaps line the table in varying colors and shapes. Pierce Rushlight can be seen walking away.
[Ruine(#31963)] Trundling wagon, squeaky wheels. A brillant red cloak is wrapped around Ruine Shepherd's waist, its long fringes gathering dirt as it drags along the dirty streets of Bree Town while she pulls the handcart behind her. The cart is almost empty save for a flat sacking, grimy gray from age and what else and a spade, its scoop encrusted with dried mug.
Real time: Wed Oct 12 21:23:24 2005
Bree time: Midday <12:10> on Highday of Spring - May 19,1436
Moon Phase: First Quarter Moon
===============================================================================
The scene, already in progress: [Osmbise(#15760)] An aged hobbit and an aging merchantwoman chat earnestly over her table as a variety of customers, merchants, and passers-through stream through the intersection -- the usual Bree busyness on this early overcast morning.
Bree Market - South
This section of Bree is known locally as Market South. There are shops lining both sides of the road, selling a variety of wares and services. Here, at the southern end of Bree's Market two roads meet, one from the east and one from the north. The market is rather noisy and filled with activity, as people buy, sell, trade or simply browse the goods available here. Along with the items for sale, different aromas from the foods being sold blend together to add another dimension to the market.
Osmbise
Aleswyn
Pierce
Ruine
[Osmbise(#15760)]
The halfling resumes his soap cake examination for a moment, nodding pleasantly. "Yes, of course, I see..."
Realization hits. His hand grips a pale green soap bar tightly as he echoes her words stumblingly. "Wha... You stabbed... *yourself*?" His wide eyes blink in confusion before he adds, "On purpose?"
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
"Nay, of course not!" Aleswyn exclaims loudly. "Why would a person stab herself on purpose? I was standing outside the Prancing Pony one night last week and the blacksmith, Mr. Rushlight, came out looking ill. That's why I stabbed myself." She says, as if that is a perfectly reasonable answer.
[Osmbise(#15760)]
"I'm afraid," Osmbise answers, his smirk slowly returning, "I don't understand." He gently places the soap back in its place.
[Pierce(#32225)]
Through the streams of people wandering the area, Pierce emerges carrying a small list that he is intently studying. The intensity is such that he bumps into an eldly woman who gives him what for. The man gruffly apologizes and goes back to his list, this time this steps taking him towards Aleswyn's table. "Let's see, soap, fresh linen. . . "
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
Pierce approaches her table, and this would be their first encounter since her stabbing. Aleswyn stands quickly, though carefully, and looks in his direction with a rather nervous expression on her face. "Mister Rushlight," she begins, and though it is obvious she means to say more, it is also quite obvious she hasn't managed to figure out what it was that she meant to say.
[Osmbise(#15760)]
The hobbit's gaze bounces awkwardly between the two Big Folk. "Hmm," he says almost to himself, "I am not sure this is..." his voice trails off. Then, abruptly, he fishes a few copper coins out of an unseen bag beneath his cloak. He places these purposefully on the table, then snatches up the greenish soap cake he had handled earlier. "If that's a fair amount, miss, I'll be off. Don't want to be..." he looks up at Pierce quickly, and finishes: "in the way!"
[Pierce(#32225)]
The familiar voice stops Pierce dead in his tracks. His face looses it's colour as he eyes rise from the paper to the speaker. He tenses, almost as if to take a step back, but instead with forced words says, "Ms. Aleswyn, Yer doin' better." His head slides a bit to the side to try and see her foot.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
With barely a glance at the change on her table, Aleswyn nods, "Aye, Master halfling, that is sufficient." Her gaze remains on the human. For once, her gaze doesn't even linger up and down the market. Could this have been the person she was seeking? "Aye, Mister Rushlight. I am doing better now. I errr ... I errr wanted to apologize to you about the misunderstanding. I made certain to tell Daniel immediately that you were not to blame."
[Osmbise(#15760)]
Visibly grateful for the dismissal, Osmbise slips between Rushlight and the table, clutching his newly-bought soap. The halfling's grey hair disappears into the Market crowd.
[Pierce(#32225)]
The blacksmith's gaze is not wholy convinced. He shakes his head slightly. "Some'n those words were soundin' a bit like you blamed me. Mind you I was just . . ." He stops and sets the list down. "Eh. It doesn't matter. The Chief and me worked it out," he shrugs, "least enough I'm out and back at the healing house. No small stir that caused the othernight. An' some are still afraid of me." He quietly snorts. "But pain makes you do strange things. I know that for certain."
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
Eager to jump at the excuse offered her, Aleswyn nods her head, "Aye, it does. It really does, you know. But," she continues, then looks up and down the marketplace again. Obviously, Pierce had not been the person she was initially trying to find. She slips a hand inside the pouch hanging from her side, and pulls something out, which she then offers to Pierce. "Mr. Rushlight, I wanted to offer this to you as a means of apology for ... well, for everything, really. And if you would like. Well, if you would like, I would be happy to let it be known by others in the Breelands that they've no reason to fear the blacksmith Mr. Pierce Rushlight."
Aleswyn +gives you a Silver Dime.
[Pierce(#32225)]
The Blacksmith takes the coins and looks at the lot in his hand. His eyes bounce from the coinage to the woman and back to the coins. "That's an awful lot ta say you're sorry with." He weighs the coins in his hands, and looks carefully at the woman. Doubt rests on his brow, "An' how're you gonna set my name straight in this place? It's been too tarnished an' now this last is almost as bad as the first."
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
The merchant still watches the market place, her gaze moving up and down the rows. Her breath catches at one point, then she sighs and glances back at Pierce, still slightly distracted. "You let me figure out how I will set your name straight, Mr. Rushlight. Of course, I had nothing to do with the previous bruises done to your name, but I have a daughter about your age. That means I have been around many years." She doesn't explain this last, somewhat cryptic response."
[Pierce(#32225)]
Pierce hand closes around the coins and stuffs them into his pocket. His face echos the confusion in his words. "Well, alright then. I guess. Would be nice to walk into the Pony and not be waitin' for the words to start churning and the looks to come your way." He shakes his head, "Or worse, a blade answers instead of a look." He snarls and a few fresh scars turn a deep shade of crimson. Just as he utters the words, a child walking with his mother points at Pierce. "Look mommie, isn't that the . ." the words are hushed and the child is pulled away quickly with concerned looks from his mother. His jaw trembles a bit at the edge and he looks back at Aleswyn, "I don't know how ya can undo that. Now if you'll excuse me." He turns to walk away. "Oh and thank you" He adds, before he sulks off, melting into the crowd.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
In her stand near the Sewing Shoppe, Aleswyn rests on a couple stacked crates and has her left foot propped up on another crate. A neat display of soaps line the table in varying colors and shapes. Pierce Rushlight can be seen walking away.
[Ruine(#31963)] Trundling wagon, squeaky wheels. A brillant red cloak is wrapped around Ruine Shepherd's waist, its long fringes gathering dirt as it drags along the dirty streets of Bree Town while she pulls the handcart behind her. The cart is almost empty save for a flat sacking, grimy gray from age and what else and a spade, its scoop encrusted with dried mug.
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