Thread: Adventures in Barsaive

As you lean against the coveted wagon you let your eyes wander over the rather large crowd. Interestingly enough the whole courtyard seems full of more people than you would usually attribute to the village, but given that many of the connected, yet outlying farmers have come in to share their wares with the caravan the amount of people seems mostly appropriate. At first out of the corner of your eye you notice Gerald, loading several barrels of his latest harvet into the other wagon not too far away from you. The man looks straight at you, a quiet almost nervousness seems to settle into his person before he smiles warmly towards you. His head nodding low, both in respect and acknowledgment. The man for all his general confidence seems to be more nervous than he should be. Though the thought does cross your mind that it is possible he is still trying to protect you and himself from the possibility of a salacious trist between the two of you. Before the man takes off though, he glances back, and with that same confidence you remember offers a knowing wink in your direction before he takes off towards one of the shops at the edge of town. Your eyes go back to scanning the crowds in the central courtyard before your eyes land firmly upon a raised hand, waving in your general direction. You follow the limb closely for a moment before noticing that it is attached to Fried himself. The boy approaches you with little hint of caution. Though not known by any to be a fan of bold or outspoken gesture Fried manages to approach you, smiling his usual pleasant smile. I um. I knew you would be going with the caravan so I um, thought I would see you before you, you know... Leave. he said throughing a somewhat shaky hand through his hair for a moment before letting it reach down towards his trousers. From his pocket he pulls a small trinket. It is hard to tell what it is exactly at first, though twirling it in your palm would reveal it to be some sort of beaded bracelet, the piece is assembled with a very thin piece of lace string just enough to fit over your wrist. A series of beads, mostly wooden, are set around the string. Each bead seems to have some form of design within it an axe blade in one, a detailed leaf in another. It must have taken him a long time for him to make such an item, and last you were aware he had no skill when it came to whittling designs into wood. I um, made that for you. I wish you well on your journey Yaiil... a quick pause occurs as he runs his hand through his hair once again. I-Many will miss you while your gone. he said with another smile, his unconfident demeanor setting in a bit to obviously at that moment. The crowds still seemed gathered around the wagons, the lady of the supplies being loaded. Loved ones of various Dwarfs, Humans, and Orks seem to gather and see nearly everyone off. You receive the half hour warning from the main caravan leader before you finally see your adopted parents. Quickly the two meet you, embracing you with warmth, Silnia holding on just a little too long. We thought we would see our young gir- excuse me, young woman off before she left. Sorry we are a bit late but we were a bit held up at the shop. Spoke Marek, his smile filled with oth joy and loss. Be safe my dear, and please... Stay out of danger. Slinia said pressing an extra pair of travelers clothes into your backpack. With final goodbyes your adoptive family departs and the conductor gives one final moments warning as the wagons shut and a few individuals begin to huddle around them ready to begin their journey.