Wandering

Timestamp: Fall Festival - Early evening

Sir Eudon Zane pushed through the throngs of people around crowding Suncross Plaza, trying not to split his mug of ale. How different today was from the two last Festivals. He was one of the oldest settlers in the city. He had been here from the start. Seen all the hardships they had gone through from a small community of over 100 souls to a thriving city of almost 800 in three years. The Empire was investing heavily to get a true foothold in the continent and although still a fledging enterprise, each passing year was looking better than the last.

The sweet smell of barbecued fish and seafood wafted over him. He pushed towards it wanting to line his stomach with some food. He was already feeling a bit tipsy. The Bay of Pearls was proving to be plentiful with food and a stable pantry throughout the year to the city. Silver scaled fish darted around its coast and beaches in huge shoals, that they turned to smoke and salt to last longer. Oysters the size of his hand seemed to be everywhere one cared to dive, heavy with pearls and succulent meat.

An old man crossed his path and hugged him, raising his own mug saluting the knight, shouting blessings and omens of good luck. The Knight grinned and moved away towards the food stalls away from the bonfires. He'd seen Arbiter Voah's performance and could not not shake the woman's athletic and lustful curves from his mind. He was sure the woman had gain many fans among the population after that display. He could not deny it had stirred his blood. He had felt someone's hand pressed against his groin throughout the dance and music in the dimness of the square. Quite exciting he had to admit.

Finding a quieter corner of the plaza he grabbed a crab boil bowl and tucked into the hearty fare. He looked at the Keep in the distance and remembered he had been invited to attend the Lord Commander's gathering. The Duke had invited some of his Knights and spouses, along with some of the most influential people in the city, like merchants and the Friar. No more than 30 odd guests he imagined. But he was in no mood to deal with the man tonight. A woman approached him and picked a crab leg from his bowl, licking it suggestively, holding his gaze, before laughing and moving away into a nearby group.

Maybe he would go to the Drunken Hare, he thought, as he spotted some of the newer recruits. Greyriver and that young boy.
"Screw the Duke." he mumbled polishing off the stew. And walked towards the new blood.

OCC: Anyone not invited to the Keep party, come to the Hare if you fancy a couple cold ones.
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