"No. We'd just like to recruit you. The son of a blacksmith, is on the prophecy on display at the main hall of the Church of Thirteen." The priest explained.
Lionell's face turned to a confused grimace. "You do know where you are, right? Why not ask the blacksmith shop across the street? Or the one by the stables on the other side of town? There are many other craftsmen here, each with multiple sons you could ask."
He looked around and then leaned in closer to the priest. "Listen, I understand that the prophecy is of great importance to you, but we aren't really the 'adventurous' type," he said with the slightest tinge of disappointment in his voice, but it was hard to tell at what. "We don't go on grand adventures, we supply the ones that do. Do you need a sharp blade? Tough armor? Horseshoes that last for years? You come to us. That is what we do, what I do, and I'm happy with that."
Ava looked at Cas. "Why ya so spooked?" She whispered, teasing him and also trying to distract herself from the conversation.
"I just… get intimidated by tall people sometimes…" Cas replied quietly, cradling one of the kittens in his arms as he pet it.
Ava chuckled. "Shorty!" She teased.
(Sorry, was busy today)
"Hey! We're the same height, you know!" Cas huffed, blushing a bit from embarrassment.
"I'm slightly taller." Ava said smiling. It was true to to anybody taller then them they would look the excat same height.
"No, you're not. Either way, it doesn't matter that much." Cas looked away with his kittens in his arms, looking mildly annoyed.
"Hey, Lau'rel and Hardee, are you two gonna continue arguing or are you all going to go about your merry way?" Lionell grumbled, itching to get back to his engraving project.
Ava stuck her tongue out at Cas before looking up at Lionell and shrugging. "Sorry but we're stuck with this guy." She said pointing at the priest. "We have to follow him for now."
"Trust me, it wasn't my first choice in activities today." Cas replied, letting the kittens climb on his shirt.
"Anyways, business inquiries are around the front," Lionell said, trying to quickly end the conversation. "Come there if you need anything, my family and I will be happy to help you. Otherwise, have a good day, buh-bye!"
As the door clicked shut, Lionell's father glared at him once again.
"What?"
"You know exactly what!" he said. "We have a chance to be a part of the largest prophecy in the world and you instead choose to remain at home and focus on work?!"
"The prophecy is stupid, anyway!" Lionell retorted. "Why do they expect a bunch of teenagers to do anything, anyway? Why not pick, I don't know, a hero! A bunch of soldiers! Some wizard! Literally anyone more qualified than us! You saw how they acted out there! Like a bunch of schoolchildren!"
"And you're saying you're better than them?" Lionell's father asked, the look in his eyes softening.
"Just because I'm better than them doesn't mean I'm anywhere near qualified to do something like this."
With that, the Half-Orc reentered the forge in time to help his mother grind and refine the bevels on the longsword she was creating.
"Welp! We lost one. Time to go find another." Ava said turning around. "Where are we heading next?" She asked.
Nick was bored as he manned the booth that his father owned in the busy marketplace. He leaned against the counter, his eyes scanning all of the people that were walking around. An enticing smell from several booths over wafted in the air and Nick could practically taste the food there. He wished he had money to spare, but today was a slow day and his father had left him in charge. That made sense, as his siblings had left home long ago, except Jane, of course. She was only twelve, so she was at home, probably reading.
Nick sighed as he watched people come and go but not to his booth. He wished that someone would come up so he wouldn’t be standing there with nothing to do. He began to drift into a daydream.
(The priest is gone! All sin is legal! Woohoo!)
(@ParakEET-Shuri! Where are you?)
(Hhhh)
Cas wandered through the square with the group, sticking out of the crowd with his red hair. He was getting bumped a lot since he was so short, and he was getting frustrated. Where's the damn person we're looking for? He wondered bitterly, almost getting knocked clean to the ground.
Ava caught his arm before he fell. "Careful Cas!" Ava teased. "Don't get run over!"
"I'm trying, but it's getting pretty damn difficult." He got shoved again, gritting his teeth. "I hate this place at rush hour."
Annalise shuffled through the crowds, bow slung over her shoulder and a basket over her arm. "Excuse me, sorry, excuse me- Sorry!" She said, stumbling back after walking into a person.
"The market isn't that bad. You just need to know how to dodge." Ava said, ducking as a basket almost took out her head. "Also nice job! You knocked someone over." She said, gesturing to Annalise.
(What do we do without @ParakEET-Shuri!? Does someone take over the priest and there is no farm boy?)
