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31st of Fall, 514 AV
Early Evening
The night was teeming with entertainment. The streets of Zeltiva were filled with celebrants honoring Bala for the Fall Festival. Dancers entertained onlookers in the streets, the theatre was performing great shows for the enjoyment of the populace and the whole of the city was decorated with symbols of the Goddess of the Fall season. To that end, the Quill’s Rest had decided to open its doors in an interest of receiving more traffic. The proprietor, working in conjunction with the Lightshow Theatre and the College of Applied Skills was hosting a poetic tournament.
Andus Lectara sat tapping his fingers against the surface of a sturdy wooden table draped with a simple cloth. In front of him rest a registry that was presently blank. An air of nervousness had settled about him as he fidgeted with the edge of the tablecloth.
“Calm down, Andus. You’re going to put yourself in the Infirmary with how much fretting you constantly do.” A smooth female voice drew the proprietor’s attention. He was greeted with the delicate visage of an obviously Konti woman. Her pale hair and green-grey eyes examined the man with an amused expression.
“Easy for you to say, Nabisa. It’s not the reputation of your establishment at stake.” The Konti woman chuckled whimsically as she seated herself in an open chair behind the table. She removed a satchel from over her shoulder then withdrew a few inkwells and quill pens.
“Tonight will be a success. You’ll see. The city has a fine appreciation for the Arts. More than you give it credit for.” Andus merely harrumphed. One of his legs began to bounce impatiently.
“I have to agree with Nabisa, Andus. You’re far too wound up. Breathe. Relax.” Arriving shortly after the Professor of Art came Beatrice Lanky the lead actress hailed as a prodigy from the Lightshow Theatre. She squeezed Andus’s shoulders as she passed him to slide into the seat beside Nabisa. Leaning over she gave the Konti woman a sideways hug which was reciprocated in kind.
“I for one think tonight will go splendidly.” Beatrice gave an affirmative nod as she withdrew a few pieces of parchment from the satchel over her shoulder. Andus pursed his lips but gave a nod.
“Well let’s hope we don’t get some loudmouthed, drunker, no good—“ Nabisa perked up shushing Andus rapidly.
“Shh! Shush!” The Konti woman pat his shoulder as her eyes came to rest upon the first customer to approach the registration table. With bright eyes she smiled at the newcomer.
“Hello! Are you here to register for the contest?”
31st of Fall, 514 AV
Early Evening
The night was teeming with entertainment. The streets of Zeltiva were filled with celebrants honoring Bala for the Fall Festival. Dancers entertained onlookers in the streets, the theatre was performing great shows for the enjoyment of the populace and the whole of the city was decorated with symbols of the Goddess of the Fall season. To that end, the Quill’s Rest had decided to open its doors in an interest of receiving more traffic. The proprietor, working in conjunction with the Lightshow Theatre and the College of Applied Skills was hosting a poetic tournament.
Andus Lectara sat tapping his fingers against the surface of a sturdy wooden table draped with a simple cloth. In front of him rest a registry that was presently blank. An air of nervousness had settled about him as he fidgeted with the edge of the tablecloth.
“Calm down, Andus. You’re going to put yourself in the Infirmary with how much fretting you constantly do.” A smooth female voice drew the proprietor’s attention. He was greeted with the delicate visage of an obviously Konti woman. Her pale hair and green-grey eyes examined the man with an amused expression.
“Easy for you to say, Nabisa. It’s not the reputation of your establishment at stake.” The Konti woman chuckled whimsically as she seated herself in an open chair behind the table. She removed a satchel from over her shoulder then withdrew a few inkwells and quill pens.
“Tonight will be a success. You’ll see. The city has a fine appreciation for the Arts. More than you give it credit for.” Andus merely harrumphed. One of his legs began to bounce impatiently.
“I have to agree with Nabisa, Andus. You’re far too wound up. Breathe. Relax.” Arriving shortly after the Professor of Art came Beatrice Lanky the lead actress hailed as a prodigy from the Lightshow Theatre. She squeezed Andus’s shoulders as she passed him to slide into the seat beside Nabisa. Leaning over she gave the Konti woman a sideways hug which was reciprocated in kind.
“I for one think tonight will go splendidly.” Beatrice gave an affirmative nod as she withdrew a few pieces of parchment from the satchel over her shoulder. Andus pursed his lips but gave a nod.
“Well let’s hope we don’t get some loudmouthed, drunker, no good—“ Nabisa perked up shushing Andus rapidly.
“Shh! Shush!” The Konti woman pat his shoulder as her eyes came to rest upon the first customer to approach the registration table. With bright eyes she smiled at the newcomer.
“Hello! Are you here to register for the contest?”
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