LitW: Ganja Pete & Doyal

*Instructions: The first character sets up a situation in which the two characters interact. For example, a drinking contest in a local pub, a time you both escaped the city guard, etc. The second character finishes the anecdote and resolves the interaction between the two of you. Feel free to erase these instructions after you are finished.*

### Setup: Ganja Pete

While walking home at night, Ganja Pete runs into an impressive Loxodon and leads him into an alley... he's kind of sure this is the guy he was supposed to meet for the deal... either way maybe he's interested

### Resolution: Doyal

Doyal, attempting to sneak out of Trista, gets "caught" by Ganja Pete, instead of the guard. Thinking the advances are odd, but finally placing his finger on what the firbolg is trying to get across, takes the prolific "drug dealer" back to the music hall and possibly off his tail.

Doyal takes Ganja Pete, random attempts to grab his attentions, as the firbolg trying to flirt with him before realizing what his true intentions are.

"Sure I'll buy some, but can we test the merch first?"

"Uh... sure dude. Just like... make sure there's no guards around."

He glances around and sees the watch and and them frisking down a more shady looking lox from the rouge class.

"let's head back in to the music hall, I can know a place that might work better." Doyal gestures to the stairs leading up and off the alleyway, back towards the school.

The music hall was well known for its nooks and crannies good for acoustics among other things. It wasn't uncommon to catch a bards college professor lighting up or taking part. It was just frowned on if students caught the habit early.

"Awww dude music sounds like... a super chill idea for this."

"Perfect, if anyone ask you're taking lute lessons." Doyal says as he leads the way back to the music hall, light-footed and vigilant for any of the Trista city guards.

The school's "guards" if one could call them that were more focused on walking the perimeter and making sure the wizard kids didn't accidentally catch thing on fire... For the fifth time this semester.

"Yeah man. I always wanted to learn how to play the flute."

The decidant facade of the music hall, bearing engravings of some of the great adventurers to grace the here, loom over the pairing as they get closer. The faint air of string insturments and music dance through the stillness of the night. An large grey orc with a white scruff of hair, a neatly trimmed beard strums tunelessly against the wall spots the two of them before they spot him.

"Doyal, aren't you suppose to be doing your conservatory lesson?" The proffessor pipes up. to Doyal's surprise.

"I was getting...my friend, Proffessor Ogwa" Doyal's voice uneasy suddenly catching eyes of the head of the Valor school at Trista.

"Your- " Proffessor Ogwa stands to his full height, but nervously chuckles eying Pete. "...um yes friend. I think I have a meeting with him too, but it was suppose to be later. Hello Pete."

"Oh hey professor! Uh... we could move up our lesson unless... like you prefer to have student teacher confidentiality in our lesson. Cuz like... group lessons sound fun if you're into that."

"Buying from a student could get you into big trouble Proffessor Ogwa." Doyal trumpets with a haughty laugh. "I think perhaps we should go to the Dean about this."

Ogwa's anger flashes across his face for a second as the choice between buy into this solicitation at face value, or go with the intital intentions. Both were not the best interest for a teacher to entrapt themselves with. He hated lore students the most and was very adment about them joining a real college, like Valor, Swords, or hell even Eloguence. Things that were tangably useful, and not just half knowledges of things they didn't fully comprehend.

"I'll take your silence as response enough, Pete was it? I hope your flute lessons with the dear Professor Ogwa go well. I don't think I'll be going to conservatory tonight." Doyal takes a step away from the two, a whistles along to a triumphant oboe as it strikes out into the night.