Re: Background Stories: Tales from Altdorf
Sometimes she did not understand her own kin. For example, most proper... no, bad word... Ulthuan elves were endlessly aggravated/amused by the fact that almost all humans could not tell them apart from... proper word... tricky... the elves living within the boundaries of the Empire. Of course that was just a simple thing in comparison to the Druchi. That subject was of-limits. And to what end? She might lack insight, but if there was a solid reason behind it then surely she was old enough to learn the basic truth?
She walked across one of Altdorf's 'big' squares, filled with people selling wares, demagogues telling the ultimate truth, and all kinds of humans walking to and fro, a few dwarves with far to much metal, and, of course, loads of children just having fun in the winter morning.
For a moment she stood there, hooded and cloaked to not to attract attention... Oh how she wanted to attract attention, to jump on one of those wooden boxes and just hold the attention of them, showing them a world which most had only dreamed of.
A pair of priest, Sigmar she guessed by their shaved heads and hammers, walked by, glaring at her because she was... not right in one way or another. She should stop dreaming, and start listening to her parents. Yes.
But first there was a storyteller on the edge of the square.
A few minutes wouldn't matter, surely.