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[Roshtah]

2nd, Fall of 513 AV The overflowing market place had Roshtah's family feeling a little understaffed. Back and forth between this customer and that one. He would buy a sword, sell rations, trade blankets for rope, but the busier it got though the happier Roshtah's parents were. They always enjoyed the constant flow of people coming to and from. When it was finally slow enough, Roshtah took some time to go for air out. Too many people around means he gets hot and needs to cool off. It wasn't too long before he found the docks and took a quick dip. He took off his shirt and dove in. Swimming all by himself gave him time to think about his life and where he was. Not much needed to change for him to consider it perfect. A boat had just sailed out and Roshtah played a game once with a kid where they would chase it and whomever touched it first, which they never did catch it, wins. Now a days he would try every once in a while to catch a boat. Unless it was a row boat, it was still difficult to catch. 'I wonder what happened to him' Roshtah thought, 'Yahal protect him. Wherever he may be.' He swam back to shore since his parents probably needed him. It wasn't too late and there were always last minute buyers to his shop.

[Xeona]

Xeona walked down the shore, searching for someone to play pranks on. He found a human swimming back towards the shore. He thought of a way to prank him, and ultimately he decided to make him believe that the Gods were mad at him. His first step was to find some barrels and roll them at him. He searched the whole area, and found some in a alleyway. He rolled them down the street, and waited for his reaction.

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[Roshtah]

After finally reaching shore, Roshtah put on his shirt and started his walk back home. Before he could get very far though several barrels rolled down the street straight towards him! Left. Now right. Quick, jump! AHH! Oomph... The barrel hit him in the shin, knocking him over in the process. Not often barrels roll down the streets by themselves so Roshtah walked up the road in search of a cart that broke or something similar. But nothing was there. "Random barrels rolling down the street. Fantastic. Thank you Yahal, I appreciate the bruised shin, haha." He said out loud. Who knows what may happen on the way home if barrels roll down the street by themselves.

[Xeona]

The first prank was not quite as good in Xeonas opinion. He thought of a new trick to play him, but he couldn't come up with something good. He found some feathers in a nearby a nearby alley. He took them up a roof and poured them down at him.

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[Roshtah]

At first, Roshtah believed it to be another random incident. Feathers falling from the sky. What are the Gods trying to tell him? "all right lets think about this," Roshtah said out loud to himself. Barrels are containers... and brown. The feathers are light and colored white. So what had all these characteristics? Brown and white, holds something, and is lightweight... "EGGS!" He declared. "The Gods have spoken!" Roshtah left immediately in almost a full sprint to a family friend who owned a farm. He asked the man for two eggs, one brown and one white, which the man graciously obliged Roshtah. He immediately left towards the spot where the feathers had fallen on his head and said, "Alright, what do you want me to do with the eggs?"