Re: ADV: Between The Pines
"Hey, who, wha?" The old man tips back in his chair, the three legs becoming unbalanced, and lands with a resounding thud on the ground. "Norm! Ah, ya dumb lad, what ya get herself inta this time?". He stands up as fast as an old man can and hurries over. You can hear almost every creak and snap in his body as he does so. He looks are you all a bit unsure, then seems to lighten up a bit once he thinks things through: "Yeah, well, ya brought'em in I guess. And ya look like good folk. Why, my ol' granpappy had a elf friend like you", he stares at Serafina, "Granted, he wasn't as purrty as you are. An he didn't half a cat with him either. But, he sure did tell us stories." He fixes his chair while muttering something about a missing spindle before he plops back down. "Now, where was I? Ah, yes, me Grandpappy. He was a funny lol feller. Why, did I ever tell ya about his friend? He had an old elfy friend, kinda like herself", he points at Serafina. "Granted, he didn't have a cat. The elf I mean, not my Grandpappy. Well, he didn't have a cat either. Come to think of it, I never had a cat. I hear that them there cats only like elfy folk, like you there," He, once again points at Serafina. "Why, that reminds me. My ol Grandpappy, bless his soul, he had a friend that looked like you. I mean, he wasn't as pretty though. He didn't have a cat either!" He laughs at his own joke (if there was a joke), and looks at you all a bit bleary-eyed. "Ah, well, my apologies, sometimes I get a ramblin' and lose me a train of thinking. Now...where was I. Oh oh, yes, me Grandpappy. You see, he had a friend..." He points at Serafina...
"Lester!! Relax ya old coot, stop botherin' these mighty fine folk who come visitin' our small lil town here." A large obese man strides forward from a group of people, a wide toothy smile on his face. "Now then, muh'names Captain, Captain Morraye. Here here, let me get Norm some help." He takes the lad and hands him off to a young pretty dark-haired girl who leads the lad to a small house off to the side. "That boy, I tell ya, he is gonna get himself damn right killed one o' these days. Dead as a slug in salt I tell ya." He sticks out his ham-sized fist at Ymir, heavily calloused with a multitude of scars running up his arm, as if some great beast had bitten him. "I'm glad ya could make it to the festival! Why, you are just the first of many to arrive. We are expecting folks all evening and night if old man Lester don't go and scare them off!" He lets out a loud laugh and winks at the old man. "I'm just jesterin' with ya Les!" With a soft whisper at Ymir he rolls his eyes "Hell of a watchman, eh?"