2nd Evening in Town.
(look, a montage scene!)
Lindon had a difficult discussion with Gnashrip, but found that he really couldn't get the Orc to commit to actually helping. After all, Gnashrip is fully aware that he would look better if the performers don't impress his chieftain. Orcs may be crude, rude, and violent, but generations of power struggles, often lethal power struggles, have made them quite cunning when the issue was political.
Lindon has gained little. But he has learned a few things about what Orcs like to see in shows- they like to be impressed. Not with magic, though. "Elven trickery" is not the way to get on their good side.
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Alayna has begun the process of making her custom outfit. Things like this do not just hang on racks waiting for someone to want to buy one (not many things do, and nothing fancy!). It must be made. Materials and accessories must be picked out. Fortunately, as a town through which traders pass going to and fro distant destinations, odds and ends tend to accumulate here. Traders will often pay with a bit of some exotic commodity in lieu of coin. There is some silvery green meshy fabric, and goose feathers, and there are sticks cut from antlers that can be shaped into supports for the wings. And after all this is picked out, there is the measuring. And then the work begins. This will take all the next day. Cutting, sewing, fitting, checking, redoing.
So, Alayna has the rest of her evening pretty blocked out, and will be back later that evening, with the dress having started production.
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Nofia does a patrol through the little town. It is much as one might expect it to be. Small town, close and cluttered, alongside a bridge. Only the presence of the Orcs marks it as different, and they stay in their own areas at night- mostly along the wall, and the fortification at the bridge that is the home of Pugnant. As the rest of the town turns in for the night, activity slows down and stops, except for the night watch, which is half Orc. The only unusual thing this evening is Nofia herself.
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And back at the camp, Phileas paces, going over things with Hylensia.
"Still nothing set for the show tomorrow?" Hylensia asked.
Phileas shook his head. "And Lindon has gone off to talk to that Orc. What would they talk about? What kind of horrid barbaric trash does an Orc want to see? You know what Orc stories are like. Violent, angry, all focused on strength and power. Are we going to perform one of those? Seriously, do they expect us to do My Axe is Bigger than Your Axe?"
"That one was a traditional Ogres performance, not Orcs, dear." Hylensia replied.
"Yes, the only comedy which is entirely ad libbed and yet entirely predictable at the same time," Phileas grumbled. "Orcish theater is better only barely. No. It's a bad idea. We shall not stoop them, we must elevate them to us."
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In the morning, as everyone slowly and with varying degrees of grogginess gets up for breakfast, Phileas has an announcement.
"The more I have thought about it the more clear it is," he says. "If we are going to impress Orcs, it cannot be through their stories and their ways. We, trying to be them, will only look silly. It will come off as cheap parody at best. We must be us. We must do our things, and we must do them well enough to pierce even Orcish hearts. They must like us being us. When we are done, we must leave them astonished and applauding things they have never imagined, not things of their own culture we are trying to copy for them."