10th Fall, 516 AV
At the Springwater Square
Roughly 13th Bell
At the Springwater Square
Roughly 13th Bell
It was a pretty day. The sun shone with the qualities of late summer, hanging heady and sweet in the sky. Down on the streets of Lhavit, folks chatted and went on their way merrily and without much disruption. Fall had only just recently come to Mizahar, but even so the leaves on the trees were gradually beginning to change, their dark green leaves catching the hints of russet and yellow on the tips.
At the Springwater Square however, the pleasant tinkling, rushing and splashing of the water failed to drown out the enthusiastic yelling of a man, dressed in an extravagantly flapping brown leather cape, wearing boots up to (and over) his knees, gesticulating wildly as he spoke. And talk he did, on and on and on, until those nearest to him wandered off into the still-warmth of the early-Fall day. Yet for those with an ear for it, the man's words, over-the-top as they were, would spark an interest. Whether it was the promise of gold in the river, or the confident way he held himself, tools at the ready... he struck an interesting figure, that was the truth.
To be honest, Coran Corith didn't know why people weren't interested in his proposition. All he wanted was a few pairs of hands to help him out, people who could see for themselves he was telling the truth. Maybe then the people of Lhavit would believe him. With another gusty bellow, the man started his propositioning again.
"All an' everyone! Follow me to find riches, to find gold beyond measure! I and only I know the whereabouts of a rich gold seam. Yes that's right, gold! You heard me, yes, you there. Follow me, come talk to me and I'll share my treasures with you."
It wasn't that he was overly strange. No, that wasn't it. Perhaps it was that everyone else were busy, or didn't have the free time. Yes, that must be the reason. He cast an eye over the crowd again, going quiet as he searched out some people who might be interested in what he had to say. The people who didn't seem to be going anywhere else...
Yes! In less than a chime, he had rounded up the three fellows he had earmarked as being people of interest. A woman, perhaps a Konti, with pretty blonde hair. A man, with grape-coloured eyes that immediately grasped his attention. And another woman, with curiously angular features. Speaking words of encouragement, or cajoling, or worry, he would congregate them all together before standing at the head of their loosely-shaped circle.
All he said was one, simple statement. "Do you three want some gold?"
At the Springwater Square however, the pleasant tinkling, rushing and splashing of the water failed to drown out the enthusiastic yelling of a man, dressed in an extravagantly flapping brown leather cape, wearing boots up to (and over) his knees, gesticulating wildly as he spoke. And talk he did, on and on and on, until those nearest to him wandered off into the still-warmth of the early-Fall day. Yet for those with an ear for it, the man's words, over-the-top as they were, would spark an interest. Whether it was the promise of gold in the river, or the confident way he held himself, tools at the ready... he struck an interesting figure, that was the truth.
To be honest, Coran Corith didn't know why people weren't interested in his proposition. All he wanted was a few pairs of hands to help him out, people who could see for themselves he was telling the truth. Maybe then the people of Lhavit would believe him. With another gusty bellow, the man started his propositioning again.
"All an' everyone! Follow me to find riches, to find gold beyond measure! I and only I know the whereabouts of a rich gold seam. Yes that's right, gold! You heard me, yes, you there. Follow me, come talk to me and I'll share my treasures with you."
It wasn't that he was overly strange. No, that wasn't it. Perhaps it was that everyone else were busy, or didn't have the free time. Yes, that must be the reason. He cast an eye over the crowd again, going quiet as he searched out some people who might be interested in what he had to say. The people who didn't seem to be going anywhere else...
Yes! In less than a chime, he had rounded up the three fellows he had earmarked as being people of interest. A woman, perhaps a Konti, with pretty blonde hair. A man, with grape-coloured eyes that immediately grasped his attention. And another woman, with curiously angular features. Speaking words of encouragement, or cajoling, or worry, he would congregate them all together before standing at the head of their loosely-shaped circle.
All he said was one, simple statement. "Do you three want some gold?"