Quote from: Carcharodon;785135The market is packed with people, both new folks from the mainland and local farmers. Vegetables, meat, poultry, and an overwhelming amount of various fish pack tables and stalls for nearly the whole length of the city. And, of course, sales people: farmers, fishmongers, con men, and even kids holding signs for the local inns and taverns. If it's on Chalm, it can probably be found in the market in Warant.

Aubergines!

I beeline to the aubergines (eggplant) and scour for the most firm, plump, jeweled-skin examples I can find. I start talking shop to the stall owner. I engage onlookers about how luscious and delicious these fruits are, with but a mere trifle of effort. I speak recipes of frying them, roasting them, baking them, substituting meat texture with them. I speak myths and legends where aubergines were present...

I linger as much as my eight coppers worth allows.

McGinty Orchunter - Halfling

McGinty takes a hard look at the whispering companions of the drunken woodsman, noting if they either fools, mercenaries or adventurers like himself and his companions.

He considers asking them about their plans, but suddenly hears Faradonas at a nearby vegetable stall waxing poetically about eggplants, especially those romantic lyrics about frying, roasting and baking! Ah, the songs of cooking no half starved halfling can ignore!

"My good Faradonas, perhaps this purveyor of fine eggplants knows someone willing to cook them up for us? I am absent any gold, but I can shake some coppers out of my purse! Oh, and that besotted woodcutter over there is mumbling about a torched elven village full of hidden treasure. But first, the aubergines!"

"Oh, with lament to those poor elven refugees. A belly full of babaganoush, perhaps, and safe escort to destroyed village of theirs, a thing it would be to just raise their spirits! Reward us they, from their hidden treasures, maybe — but of the good will, think!

You, Mister McGinty, a generous soul you have to think of unfortunates, while your belly growls from here!"

To the stall owner, "Where to have cooked these precious jewels from the earth? A stall with special requests that takes them, nearby?"

Back to McGinty Orchunter – Halfling, "Heard all I was about goblins and caravans besieged on Old Hill Road. Five silver per ears of a goblin, Lord Governor of Warant is said to give, and more for removal of threat, with proof! But cruel work... Kind hearted you are, your lead is better, to save elven refugees & hope to be restored. So noble."

OOC: How many aubergines do I buy? And perhaps find a stall to cook up veggies for my pal McGinty.

I want to help the elvish refugees now, because it is a good thing -- and I get to cook aubergines for them.

OOC - Carcharodon, are you still with us? Denther and Theodotus need your assistance.

McGinty Orchunter - Halfling

McGinty eyeballs the drunk woodsman, his excited friends and muses on Faradonas' words.

"Faradonas, I agree on the belly full of babaganoush, but I haven't heard if there are any surviving elves. Perhaps we should chat with the tree chopper and his drinking fellows? If goblins are to blame, we might be able to loop off heads for silvers while we find this elven gold."

McGinty strides (waddles?) over to the woodsman, walking into the middle of their conversation, "Alright now humans, listen here. I'm the Orchunter and that there dwarf is Faradonas. If you are serious about trekking to this elf village, come to the Drunken Goblin tonight. We have others, killers and sorcerers, who would be interested in what you have to say."

Timidly following behind McGinty, "Assistance of your kind to aid refugees of the elves, if they exist from whoever attacked them, and rebuilding of the village, would be a kindness worthy of the most praise. To be honored with your presence will my pleasure to be."

I place an aubergine upon the wooden table — and then I hit it with my scimitar!

Theodotus smiles at the mage, "Yes, Yes! Rules are very important I say! We can't live without 'em!"

He carefully sets 3 gold coins in front of the mage..."Perhaps an interim license..."

As he awaits the mage's response he begins to dance the Sailor's Hornpipe.

He then sways to the left and performs the Shimmy.