Another figure was strolling through the tiny village of Benlend, a figure just starting his journey, and eager to get going. A hand on a strap of a hand sewn bag, the other looped around a rope belt that held up an aged sword. He got it only a week ago, but he was finally getting used to the sword bouncing against his leg...or him not tying his belt properly so it fell off while he was walking. That was always embarrassing.
he chuckled at the thought, a stick of wheat out of his mouth, the cloak over his head, he thought about walking sticks that he had seen folk take, maybe he should get himself a long stick for that? He wondered on this thought as he headed towards The Merry Mule. He wanted to get a few more supplies and say good buy to a few folk he knew...this would be the first step for leaving home, the first step in his story.
He grinned as he entered the building with a hearty "LO! Gunthyr! Ya still got them rations I ordered? I know I helped haul that pig out the other day, she make for good bacon eh?" he said laughing, going to make small talk, clasping hands, yelling hellos until a voice from old man Nort, already starting drinking, and it wasn't even mid-day!
"Hey there lad! Heard ya was leaving town, ya should check that there board, heard rumor there was something fancy on it, can't read the blighted thing, in some sort of fancy speak." Nort said raising a mug of beer and almost spitting on the floor before he caught Gunthyr's pointed stare of 'don't you dare', Nort grinned sheepishly and went back to grinning and waggling his brows with a cackle, a sign of old man mischief to come.
Godrey laughed, waving as he made his way to the board, hands on his hips, a cocky grin as he went to find the note, something interesting in this town? HA! More likely then not, he bet it was the miller, Takson, who was paying young folk for a good old prank on another farmer of sorts. His eyes scanned the board, farmers selling things, oh look, his father was selling cow, for half price, seemed he followed his mum's suggestion on that. Then his eyes went wide, whistling, fancy speak indeed. He carefully took it down to read, he couldn't read half of it, but he did catch 'magical' 'Spellsword' 'treasure-hunter' and most important 'hiring'...well, Cian was, heard about the lad, spoiled and head stuck in a book is what the maids gossiped about him.
His grin widened ear to ear, it seems the lady of fate was favoring him this fine morning. He rolled up the note and headed over to the bar, holding it out "Oy Gunthyr! Heard Cian is hiring for an adventure of sorts? About uh." he took another look, brows now a uni-brow he was peering so hard at the notice "Uhhh, Froggie's point? About Merry and the Moonmaiden? Good story that is, but whats he going off about? Many of the tykes been around the place to mess about. He never been? Poor bugger." he says with a laugh as he slaps the notice down in good cheer, not at all noticing that said Cian was directly to his right.
He kept grinning before looking over and his face pales slightly "Uh, Young master Cian, uh, haha, didn't see ya thar! Talk about speak of the de-I mean person, and here ya be!" he says grinning, obviously pretending that he was not just talking about Cian's lack of leaving the town...or the library. Sweat on his brow as he nodded his head like a bow before looking at his hand that had flattened the notice on to the counter. Brows going up as he looks back, wide eyed and put the notice in front of him a little too fast in nervousness and excitement, almost shoving it at Cian. "Uh! Heard ya have a notice! Here to help ya out! Godfrey, son of Simonous, the farmer!" he says nodding multiple times before glancing at Gunthyr with a wink, like he was totally selling being competent. He was failing miserably.
@Whim
