Goblintown

Who: Sandy, Younger, Jareth, Fiona

What: While shopping in Goblin town Fiona meets Sandy and Jareth, then watches Younger fall off some scaffolding.

'Goblintown' consists of a dead-end street where a number of poor (and, as the name suggests, goblinoid) residents of the city live. Many of the buildings here have been cobbled together with whatever material was available at the time, often bits of metal and stone stolen from the factories to the north rather than wood. That said, in recent days, many of these temporary structures have been converted to more permanent fixtures, giving the area a less 'shanty' and more 'conventional' appearance, interspersed with the previously impoverished look the place was known for.

The occasional shrine to Reos seems to represent the only 'official' presence in the area, with the City Watch seeming all but invisible here. In their place, there appear to be numerous Arvek and Gobber groups that form a makeshift community watch, giving the sense of wary eyes on every street. From time to time, the symbol of Serriel may be seen as well, though mainly among the Arvek, who oft bear it with pride.

At one point there were few shops here, but now the entire area bristles with brisk trade of things ranging from basic necessities to the more esoteric magical and bits of artificery. It is said that one can find everything they need in Goblintown without having to step foot in another section of the city, and this statement, judging by the activity in this area night and day, may very well hold true.

What the hell is Sandy doing in Goblintown? At least a few people don't need to ask. She's actually going through the bits of artificery at one of the stalls, sorting through and around and trying to find *something* specific, it would appear.

There is some cursing. She looks back and forth and then begins to haggle with the merchant in question.

Goblintown. This is not the place that Fiona would normally be found, but then again she is new to the town so really there is no official place where she would be found or not found.She isn’t a tinkerer, or an artificer, or a wizard. The lack of city watch makes good girls like Fiona seem a bit apprehensive about this is a place she should be. But in her little world of looking for work, she needs to step out of her normal, and step into what might not be a normal. Plus the last time she was here, she visited the Gambling hall, and made some money. So that is always a bonus really! After being almost killed on a ship the night before, stabbing her hand with a knife, doesn’t seem to be so hard core any more.

Jareth has the 'fortunate' honor of being Sandy's beast of burden for this shopping trip. Following behind her, he's got a few parcels under his arm and in a burlap sack slung over his shoulder. The look on his face speaks volumes as to what he thinks of all this.

Indeed. That's why Sandy sets about stacking a few more things upon Jareth. "You know, I do appreciate this. I just have entirely too much to do to lately to carry all this myself." More stackin by the small elf on the larger human. "The temple was so gracious in loaning you out," she adds, with a hint of sarcasm to her tone.

Somewhere above Sandy and Jareth, a subtle -snap- can be heard-- "Shit!" Is cried. Then a Younger is plunging several stories head-first, plummeting toward Sandy and Jareth. His helmet slams into the ground next to Jareth, *TWANG*. "Fuuuuuu--" Behind him, a make-shift scaffolding hangs broken, flapping gently.

Jareth grunts as more items are piled onto the stack he carries, "Oh, think nothing of it, Lady Sandiel. My reward will be getting to sit at the same table as you and Agril during the Winter Festival dinner. That alone should leave me with plenty of memories for years to come."

Fiona stops at the sight of Younger, “Younger? What are you doing hanging around like that.” She winks at him. The other two are given a nod, and a knowing smile given to Jareth. You know that smile that is given to the man in a relationship when he is the pack mule...that I am sorry you got suckered into this smile. Reaching out to grab onto Younger to possibly help him down Fiona shakes her head.

"Who?" says Sandy to Jareth, "Isn't that that idiot priest?" Oh yeah. That's gonna go well. Then she hears the snap and sees Younger plumetting towards the ground. Her eyes track him all the way down, as her hands are a bit too full to actually do anything about it. "hey," she says, moving to Younger to nudge him with the toe of her boot. "Are you dead?" She asks. Then she spots Fiona.

As Younger lands on the ground next to him, Jareth lets the wrapped bundles and the burlap sack fall so he can help the man get up, "Merciful Daeus, man! What were you doing!?"

"...erggh..." Younger groans, not moving yet, save one hand that twitches spastically.

Fiona blinks at this and kneels down, “younger.” She says poking his chest lightly. “OH SHIT...ahh ahh...CLERIC!!!!” she screams out and then stops. OH yeah NOW is the time she realizes she is in the part of town where people probably just look the other way to someone falling out of the sky. “SOMEONE GET A CLERIC...” She stops just short of shaking the injured man, apparently that last brain cell of sanity saying don’t move the injured reaches her rational part. “Help..” she offers now looking to Sandy and Jareth. The look on her face, my puppy got run over by a cart...even though she has only met the man once really. Apparently this is what happens when you give a girl booze. She freaks out when you fall off scaffolding.

"...Shaddup..." Younger groans, beginning to flex one arm.

"Work, from the look of the scaffolding," answers Sandy with a sniff. Then she looks up again and then down at Younger, then says, "I'm sure he'll be fine." More nudging the man with his toes. SHe apparently is unconcerned. "Guy's got a hard head." Then she squints a bit more. "Younger. You're fine, right? Because if you're not, I am goiung to punch you really hard in the face."

"Oi'm.... foine." Younger rumbles, rolling over onto his side. His neck cracks loudly in the process, causing him to growl in pain. He opens his eyes, looking around. "Oi'll geddup'n knick ye back if'n ye wanna take a swing't me, missus." He gestures with his hand. "Oi fuggin' tol' 'em it wouldn' hold..." He explains, "Anyone got ah smoke?"

Fiona jumps at cracking of the neck. “YOU JUST FELL FROM..” She points up. “And you’re not dead..” Fiona moves to start looking him over, though its evident she really doesn’t have any training in this, “YOU should stay where you are until a cleric comes you could be having...”She stops. “You could be really hurt and someone could come and just poke you and then you die.” Fiona knots her brow at him. Her lips purse in that you’re not going to listen to me manner, so it doesn’t matter much really but you could be hurt and or die in your sleep later way. “IF you knew it wasn’t going to hold..” She starts off and sticks her tongue out at him.

"Younger gets hurt all the time. It's what he does, at least according to the stories," says Sandy, aiming to stack so many things atop Jareth that he can no longer contribute meaningfully to the conversation. she mostly succeeds.

Younger glances over at Sandy, unable to focus on her directly. He grumbles, and begins the process of pushing himself up to his knees. "Well, Oi wasnae born'is way, aye."

Fiona blinks at this and moves to offer a hand to him, “Wha..You..” She seems to stutter and glares at the man, “I really think you should be at least looked at by a healer, You could have lasting damage that could come out while...I don’t know when you don’t want it to.” She sighs realizing she probably isn’t going to win without a sap. She looks at Sandy and sighs, “He does this alot. What stories..” She raises an eyebrow, apparently it didn’t occur to her to ask around about Younger...

"Yeah, he's fine," says Sandy with a snort. "Tough old bast ard." Then she squints at Fiona and adds, "He might spit up blood tomorrow from internal damage, but I'm sure he'll be fine." She shuffs, then says to Fiona, "You sound liek you already know him well."

“Not really..just...” Fiona frowns, “Don’t like people getting hurt.” She points out. “If you feel off a roof I would worry about you to.” Fiona, Sandy and Younger are currently in goblin town. Sandy looks to be as if she is buying a ton of items for crafting, while Younger kneels on the ground beside Fiona. Evidence of a great fall upon Younger’s part are seen above him, and supported by a dazed, and flattened look upon the man.

Azog is walking rather than riding, this not being a very horse-accessible area. And he doesn't want to come out of a shop and find his horse up on blocks. Goblins! But the shops sometimes have good deals, and it's a bit cheaper than in some other areas of town. Up where Sandy lives, they charge a lot more for some of the basic necessities. Azog's not too proud to buy cheap, though. Even if goblins /are/ involved. He happens upon the group in his shopping and calls out a greeting. "Hello."

“Who does?" says Sandy, stacking still more thing on Jareth before saying, "Take those away," to him. The warrior does. She then turns towards Fiona and says, "That's good to know. Thankfully, I wouldn't fall off any roofs. Any time soon."

Fiona shrugs as Younger seems to be recovering. As Azog calls out his greeting Fiona turns and her eyes go wide. Bluffing apparently is on the back burner. Her eyes dart to Sandy and then back to Azog, not sure how to reply, though what does one normally say when said hello to, “Um. Hi...” She says quietly.

Azog nods gravely to Fiona, a glance her way before turning on Younger, then Sandy. Younger gets a nod, but he seems to be out of it. Sandy gets a sort of stiff bow, the best he can manage in heavy plate armor. "How are you this evening?"

"Eh. Fine. Shopping. Got an assist with manual labor in the form of Jareth. That worked out pretty well, though he's on his way back now." Sandy peers afte rthe warrior's departure point and then turns back to Fiona. "Who the hell are you, anyways?" She asks.

Its evident that this is Fiona’s first time seeing an Orc, She is snapped out of her daze and blinks at Sandy’s question and ohs. “Right forgot that. Um Fiona...”She motions to the Gambling hall. “Meet Younger in there. He …” She motions to her hand and makes the motion of a knife stabbing between fingers. “Didn’t think I would play afew games of Bishop and I showed him it doesn’t scare me as much as it probably should. You know stabbing your fingers isn’t something sane people offer to do.” She sighs and looks at Azog, “Fiona Eaglehart.” She formally introduces herself. “New...to the city.” Yeah that should explain a lot.

Azog seems surprised at Fiona's discomfiture, though new to the city answers a bit. "You are from The Sticks?" he asks in accented Tradepseak, using the euphamism as if it were the name of some town. "I have heard people from there are unfamiliar with many things here." He nods thoughtfully about shopping. "They sell things for less here than in some areas." Azog adds, for Fiona, "I am Azog of the Lightning Maul tribe."

"Sandy. Just call me SAndy," says Sandy to Fiona, calmly. Then she goes back to eyeing the stall she was buying things at for a moment. "New, huh? You look new. You've got the look of someone who's about to explode from all the new thinge they're seeing."

Fiona nods with an Mm and relaxes a bit when he seems to understand. “Yeah..well the Vast.” She explains, “We moved around a lot but my interactions were limited.” She explains. She winces at the exploding part. “I really hope I don’t explode.” She says quietly. “that would be really really messy, and I don’t know if a cleric can put that back together.” Fiona nods though, “Yes. its ah..” She motions around, “Very different from what I am used to, still haven’t figured out the city navigation yet.”

Azog advises Fiona in a solemn tone, "Lady Sandy speaks familiarly, but is a person of great honor, and is due great respect from the communmity. You may see some do otherwise in an attempt to set themselves apart or act cool, but those who do so lack honor and are shamed by their actions." He shrugs about getting around the city. “How do you get around the Vast? Or a wood? There are landmarks. It may be a building rather than a mountain, or a smell," he gestures around this neighborhood, "but there are things that let you know where you are."

As Azog declares that, Sandy can be sen to briefly pinch teh bridge of her nose. Just briefly. Then she nods towards Fiona, though, and adds, "You'll do fine. Give it time," she explains.

“Mostly in the back of a wagon.” Fiona offers with a half shrug. “Wait so you like a...Elder...” She asks of Sandy and blushes. “Sorry..I didn’t mean any disrespect I just..” She sighs, “It's been a long week so far.” She offers finally yielding to the fact she probably made herself look like a complete idiot.

Azog agrees with Sandy about it taking time, nodding to Fiona about Sandy being like an elder. "But they have formalized the system of elders here," he explains. "The city is so large, with so many people, that not all can know the whole of those who deserve honor, and their great deeds, so the Chief of the city recognizes people ... er.... officially." The pinched nose draws an expression of concern, but when she says nothing, Azog simply nods and lets her bear her pain privately with honor.

Fiona raises an eyebrow, “but you just want to be called Sandy.” Fiona nods firmly and once at this. IF that is what Sandy wants, its what she will get. “I should get going.” She looks around, “I really do have to get back to the healers. After a boat of...I don’t even know what they were last night, I could use a good ale, and a good bed. Good night..” She offers a small bow to both of them.

Azog nods gravely to Fiona at getting going. "Do what you must," he agrees solemnly. He peers at Sandy, and says, "Yes, there is that as well. But you use the term to denote both people of wisdom, and people who are merely old. But some grow old without wisdom. Not so much where I am from, but in other places, where life is easier."