Post by Wolfy on Sept 12, 2008 14:29:36 GMT
Little leather boots padded across the pavement at a quickened pace; not running, just walking with exceptional enthusiasm. Anyone watching Frido's strides might have thought he was trying to keep up with those with longer legs, but no. This was his attempt at putting a good distance between himself and the watch house without arousing suspicion.
By the time his stumpy legs had carried him to the marketplace his adrenaline had died down and his stomach had woken up, remembering it hadn't been fed for an unreasonable amount of time by any halflings standards. Slowing to a halt Frido ruffled his dark curly hair, here was just the place. Around him traders had set up their stalls, already serving the early bargain hunters.
"You there! Short sir! You look like the kind of lad who's down on his luck!!" Called a youthful merchant.
Frido made a rude gesture before the man could finish his pitch. He couldn't eat the junk merchandise he was trying to flog and even if he had the urge to purchase wonky charms and distasteful jewellery, calling him downtrodden was a sure way to have him lose it.
Patrolling quickly by he soon caught the scent of something cooking, meat most definetly, but from what creature he could not decipher. He trailed the smell, looking two and fro as he marched over the cobblestones, belly growling louder with every step. Images of bacon rashers and greasy ribs filled his head, sauces and spices most devine, he nigh on left a trail of drool in his wake.
Finally he spotted the source of his fantasizng, a robust man, bald and cheery stood behind his stall, a moustache framing the grin on his face. However it was the grill that he tended which had caught Frido's gaze.
"What're you cooking!?" He asked with obvious hunger "Chicken? Beef?! Boar!?!"
The chef stared back, holding aloft a skewer of oddly shaped meat. His grin was unwavering as he replied.
"Rat!"
Despondent, Frido handed the man several silver shillings...
By the time his stumpy legs had carried him to the marketplace his adrenaline had died down and his stomach had woken up, remembering it hadn't been fed for an unreasonable amount of time by any halflings standards. Slowing to a halt Frido ruffled his dark curly hair, here was just the place. Around him traders had set up their stalls, already serving the early bargain hunters.
"You there! Short sir! You look like the kind of lad who's down on his luck!!" Called a youthful merchant.
Frido made a rude gesture before the man could finish his pitch. He couldn't eat the junk merchandise he was trying to flog and even if he had the urge to purchase wonky charms and distasteful jewellery, calling him downtrodden was a sure way to have him lose it.
Patrolling quickly by he soon caught the scent of something cooking, meat most definetly, but from what creature he could not decipher. He trailed the smell, looking two and fro as he marched over the cobblestones, belly growling louder with every step. Images of bacon rashers and greasy ribs filled his head, sauces and spices most devine, he nigh on left a trail of drool in his wake.
Finally he spotted the source of his fantasizng, a robust man, bald and cheery stood behind his stall, a moustache framing the grin on his face. However it was the grill that he tended which had caught Frido's gaze.
"What're you cooking!?" He asked with obvious hunger "Chicken? Beef?! Boar!?!"
The chef stared back, holding aloft a skewer of oddly shaped meat. His grin was unwavering as he replied.
"Rat!"
Despondent, Frido handed the man several silver shillings...